I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy

Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.

Secrecy has many advantages, for when you tell someone the purpose of any object right away, they often think there is nothing to it.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

If we could do away with death, we wouldn't object; to do away with capital punishment will be more difficult. Were that to happen, we would reinstate it from time to time.

At bottom, no real object is unpoetical, if the poet knows how to use it properly.

For I have been a man, and that means to have been a fighter.