Once more I am a wanderer, a pilgrim, through the world. But what else are you?

We eagerly get hold of a law that serves as a weapon to our passions.

I have always paid attention to the merits of my enemies, and found it an advantage.

The man who acts never has any conscience; no one has any conscience but the man who thinks

What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion.

Continue to make the demands of the day your immediate concern, and take occasion to test the purity of your hearts and the steadfastness of your spirits. When you then take a deep breath and rise above the cares of this world and in an hour of leisure, you will surely win the proper frame of mind to face devoutly what is above us, with reverence, seeing in all events the manifestation of a higher guidance.

One must keep repeating the Truth.