At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.

Nothing is sillier than this charge of plagiarism. There is no sixth commandment in art. The poet dare help himself wherever he lists, wherever he finds material suited to his work. He may even appropriate entire columns with their carved capitals, if the temple he thus supports be a beautiful one. Goethe understood this very well, and so did Shakespeare before him.

From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.