Each reader discovers for himself that, with respect to the simpler features of nature, succeeding poets have done little else than copy his similes.
My life is like a stroll upon the beach.
Poetry is the mysticism of mankind.
In the winter, warmth stands for all virtue.
Faith never makes a confession.
It is a momentous fact that a man may be good, or he may be bad; his life may be true, or it may be false; it may be either a shame or a glory to him. The good man builds himself up; the bad man destroys himself.