The very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

When the gods were more manlike, Men were more godlike.

Futurity is impregnable to mortal ken: no prayer pierces through heaven's adamantine walls. Whether the birds fly right or left, whatever be the aspect of the stars, the book of nature is a maze, dreams are a lie, and every sign a falsehood.

I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.

We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.