No skill or art is needed to grow old; the trick is to endure it.

There is nothing outside of us that is not at the same time in us, and as the external world has its colors the eye, too, has colors.

There is no permanence in doubt; it incites the mind to closer inquiry and experiment, from which, if rightly managed, certainty proceeds, and in this alone can man find thorough satisfaction.

A world without love would be no world.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Poetry is the universal possession of mankind, revealing itself everywhere, and at all times, in hundreds and hundreds of men.

Do thine own task, and be therewith content.