So dear night the half of life is, And the fairest half indeed.

To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Become one with them - that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.

Assuredly there is no more lovely worship of God than that for which no image is required, but which springs up in our breast spontaneously when nature speaks to the soul, and the soul speaks to nature face to face.

The world runs on from one folly to another; and the man who, solely from regard to the opinion of others, and without any wish or necessity of his own, toils after gold, honour, or any other phantom, is no better than a fool.

‎It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?