Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses!

Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

Every age thinks its battle the most important of all.