Nothing is true, but that which is simple.

Nothing is good for a nation but that which arises from its own core and its own general wants, without apish imitation of another.

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.

We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.

I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.

We don't get to know anything but what we love.

Every man has enough power left to carry out that of which he is convinced.