Night is the other half of life, and the better half.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

Great passions are incurable diseases.

Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and dissolution.

It makes no good to point the failures out without showing at the same time the remedy to address them.

All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.

Presents at once? That's good. He is sure to succeed.