There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.

For businessmen, the world is a bale of banknotes in circulation; for most young men, it is a woman; for some women, it is a man; and for others it may be a salon, a coterie, a part of town or a whole city.

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.

It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.