There are few who have at once thought and capacity for action. Thought expands, but lames; action animates, but narrows.
Passions are vices or virtues to their highest powers.
Only the heart without a stain knows ease.
Our modern wars make many unhappy while they last and none happy when they are over.
What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion.
In art, to express the infinite one should suggest infinitely more than is expressed.