Mediocrity has no greater consolation than in the thought that genius is not immortal.

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

Tolerance should really only be a passing attitude: it should lead to appreciation. To tolerate is to offend.

Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion.

The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet.

Rash, inexperienced youth holds itself a chosen instrument, and allows itself unbounded license.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.