Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.

Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

Sects differ more in name than tenets.

Friendships last when each friend thinks he has a slight superiority over the other.

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.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.