Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.
[Failure is hard initially because] One knows what one has lost, but not what one may find [and learn from that failure]!
Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary.
Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one's eyes.