Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.

Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.

Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...

Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.