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

I make presents to the mother but think of the daughter.

The arts are the salt of the earth; as salt relates to food, the arts relate to technology.

Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

It is the great triumph of genius to make the common appear novel.

Be always resolute with the present hour. Every moment is of infinite value.

I must consider more closely this cycle of good and bad days which I find coursing within myself. Passion, attachment, the urge to action, inventiveness, performance, order all alternate and keep their orbit; cheerfulness, vigor, energy, flexibility and fatigue, serenity as well as desire. Nothing disturbs the cycle for I lead a simple life, but I must still find the time and order in which I rotate.