Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic
The unnatural, that too is natural.
We are not all equal, nor can we be so.
I do not speak of what I cannot praise.
He who does not stretch himself according to the coverlet finds his feet uncovered.
At bottom, no real object is unpoetical, if the poet knows how to use it properly.