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

Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.

I hate all bungling as I do sin, but particularly bungling in politics, which leads to the misery and ruin of many thousands and millions of people.

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

We are not all equal, nor can we be so.

Everything is simpler than one can imagine, and yet complicated and inter-twined beyond comprehension.

It is said that no man is a hero to his valet. That is because a hero can be recognized only by a hero.