The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

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.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.