The credit of advancing science has always been due to individuals and never to the age.

Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!

In art, to express the infinite one should suggest infinitely more than is expressed.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

One criticizes the English for carrying their teapots wherever they go, even lugging them up Mount Etna. But doesn't every nationhave its teapot, in which, even when traveling, it brews the dried bundles of herbs brought from home?

I don't know a greater advantage, than to appreciate the worth of an enemy.

Deny yourself! You must deny yourself! That is the song that never ends.