Sameness leaves us in peace but it is contradiction that makes us productive.

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

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.

Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.

Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path which nature has marked out for him.

We can redeem anyone who strives unceasingly.