Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.
Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.
I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.