Every man's follies are the caricature resemblances of his wisdom.

Commerce has made all winds her mistress.

Poetry is in itself strength and joy, whether it be crowned by all mankind, or left alone in its own magic hermitage.

Of all the tyrants the world affords, our own affections are the fiercest lords.

Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.

Toil, feel, think, hope; you will be sure to dream enough before you die, without arranging for it.

Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-controlled; mere excitement, outward, fantastic, hysterical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter.