Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.

With monuments as with men, position means everything.

When there is an old maid in the house, a watchdog is unnecessary.

Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

To forget is the great secret of strong creative natures; to forget is the way nature herself who knows no past and who at every hour begins the mysteries of her untiring labors afresh.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.