Wine is only sweet to happy men.
Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
That which is creative must create itself.
I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.