A poet is the creator of the nation around him, he gives them a world to see and has their souls in his hand to lead them to that world.

The savage who loves himself, his wife and child with quiet joy and glows with limited activity of his tribe as for his own life is in my opinion a more real being than that cultivated shadow who is enraptured with the shadow of the whole species

What of us lies in the hearts of others is our truest and deepest self.

The roots of the deepest love die in the heart, if not tenderly cherished.

It is a hard but good law of fate, that as every evil, so every excessive power, wears itself out.

As the shadow in early morning, is friendship with the wicked; it dwindles hour by hour. But friendship with the good increases, like the evening shadows, till the sun of life sets.

Thus we build on the ice, thus we write on the waves of the sea; the waves roaring pass away, the ice melts, and away goes our palace, like our thoughts.