After all, poets shouldn't be their own interpreters and shouldn't carefully dissect their poems into everyday prose; that would mean the end of being poets. Poets send their creations into the world, it is up to the reader, the aesthetician, and the critic to determine what they wanted to say with their creations.

Well-mannered children could be conceived if the parents were well-mannered.

What is not fully understood is not possessed.

Whoever would do good in the world, ought not to deal in censure. We ought not to destroy, but rather construct.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

Prudent and active men, who know their strength and use it with limit and circumspection, alone go far in the affairs of the world.

The best pleasures of this world are not quite true.