Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.

Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

When the wine goes in, strange things come out.

Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.

If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.