Faith is hidden household capital.

Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.

The question "From where does the poet get it?" addresses only the what, nobody learns anything about the how when asking that question.

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.

Pity on the person who has become accustomed to seeing in necessity something arbitrary, who ascribes to the arbitrary some sort of reason, and even claims that following that sort of reason has religious value.

The day is for mistake and error, sequence of time for success and carrying out. The one who anticipates is master of the day.

There are men who never err, because they never propose anything rational.