Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

Nothing is worth more than this day.

A vain man can never be altogether rude. Desirous as he is of pleasing, he fashions his manners after those of others.

As for what I have done as a poet, I take no pride in whatever. Excellent poets have lived at the same time with me, poets more excellent lived before me, and others will come after me. But that in my country I am the only person who knows the truth in the difficult science of colors-of that, I say, I am not a little proud, and here have a consciousness of superiority to many.

A good man, through obscurest aspirations Has still an instinct of the one true way.

The public wishes itself to be managed like a woman; one must say nothing to it except what it likes to hear.