Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights - all the rays emitted from the beloved object by the burning-glass of fantasy, - into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without any spots.

Stupidity is without anxiety.

We can really respect a man only if he doesn't always look out for himself.

As man is, so is his God. And thus is God oft strangely odd.

One lives but once in the world.

It is impossible that beauty should ever distinctly appreciate itself.