It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

Genius ... is necessarily intolerant of fetters.

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Among all the many kinds of first love, that which begins in childish companionship is the strongest and most enduring: when passion comes to unite its force to long affection, love is at its spring-tide.

Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it.

We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.