The few of understanding, vision rare, Who veiled not from the herd their hearts, but tried, Poor generous fools, to lay their feelings bare, Them have men always burnt and crucified.

No doubt you are right... there would be far less suffering amongst mankind if men... did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.

Let us live, while we are alive!

He who is and remains true to himself and to others has the most attractive quality of the greatest talent.

There is but one poetry,--true poetry.

Science and art belong to the whole world, and before them vanish the barriers of nationality.

I laugh at my heart, and do its will