I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.

Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.

The ideal of beauty is simplicity and tranquility.

The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

Writing is busy idleness.

Humans fear reason, but they ought to fear stupidity- for reason can be hard, but stupidity can be fatal.

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.