I feel an army in my fist.
Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.
Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.
Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.
Truth is more than a dream and a song.
In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.