The soul, too has her virginity and must bleed a little before bearing fruit.
Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse, retailing her ancient divinations to a long since converted public.
Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.
Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age
One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.
The vital straining towards an ideal, definite but latent, when it dominates a whole life, may express that ideal more fully than could the best chosen words.