[W]hat counts is that one perceives excellence and dares to give it expression, which sounds little but is in fact a great deal.

It is unpleasant to miss even the most trifling thing to which we have been accustomed.

Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.

The best benefit we derive from history is the enthusiasm it excites.

Life teaches us to be less harsh with ourselves and with others.

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!

What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion.