Great passions are incurable diseases.

They teach in academies far too many things, and far too much that is useless.

Nature is the living, visible garment of God.

We should know mankind better if we were not so anxious to resemble one another.

Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Poetry is the universal possession of mankind, revealing itself everywhere, and at all times, in hundreds and hundreds of men.

As in Rome there is, apart from the Romans, a population of statues, so apart from this real world there is a world of illusion, almost more potent, in which most men live.