Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid

First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

In dark ages people are best guided by religion, as in a pitch-black night a blind man is the best guide; he knows the roads and paths better than a man who can see. When daylight comes, however, it is foolish to use blind, old men as guides.

If you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe.

Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.

The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.