He who cannot read is worse than deaf and blind, is yet but half alive, is still-born.

Do not read the newspapers.

No mortal is alert enough to be present at the first dawn of spring.

The poet is he who can write some pure mythology today without the aid of posterity.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.

Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.

In all perception of the truth there is a divine ecstasy, an inexpressible delirium of joy, as when a youth embraces his betrothed virgin.