Poetry is the only life got, the only work done, the only pure product and free labor of man, performed only when he has put all the world under his feet, and conquered the last of his foes.

Nature spontaneously keeps us well. Do not resist her!

It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.

The incessant anxiety and strain of some is a well-nigh incurable form of disease. We are made to exaggerate the importance of what we do; and yet how much is not done by us!

We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto.

At least let us have healthy books.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!