The food of thy soul is light and space; feed it then on light and space. But the food of thy body is champagne and oysters; feed it then on champagne and oysters; and so shall it merit a joyful resurrection, if there is any to be.

Not one man in five cycles, who is wise, will expect appreciative recognition from his fellows, or any one of them.

Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

The ancients of the ideal description, instead of trying to turn their impracticable chimeras, as does the modern dreamer, into social and political prodigies, deposited them in great works of art, which still live while states and constitutions have perished, bequeathing to posterity not shameful defects but triumphant successes.

Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.

All truth is profound.