When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army
There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.
When one has no particular talent for anything, one takes to the pen.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.