Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.