I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

I scarcely remember counting upon happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.

Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.