Wanted: A dog that neither barks nor bites, eats broken glass and shits diamonds.

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

A school of art or of anything else is to be looked on as a single individual, who keeps talking to himself for a hundred years, and feels an extreme satisfaction with his own circle of favorite ideas, be they ever so silly.

Every man must form himself as a particular being, seeking, however, to attain that general idea of which all mankind are constituents.

The man who occupies the first place seldom plays the principal part.

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.

Every step of life shows much caution is required.