He who knows no foreign languages knows nothing of his own.

The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.

Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.

What is fruitful alone is true.

The biggest problem with every art is by the use of appearance to create a loftier reality.

Do the duty which lies nearest to thee.

Reality surpasses imagination; and we see, breathing, brightening, and moving before our eyes sights dearer to our hearts than any we ever beheld in the land of sleep.