An idea is a putting truth in check-mate.

In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will.

Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.

Poetry is adolescence fermented, and thus preserved.

Liberalism... is the noblest cry that has ever resounded in this planet.

Imagine for a moment that each one of us takes only a little more care for each hour of his days, that he demands in it a little more of elegance and intensity; then, multiplying all these minute pressures toward the perfecting and deepening of each life by all the others, calculate for yourselves the gigantic enrichment, the fabulous ennobling which this process would create for human society.

Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.