Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.
It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas.
Of what delights are we deprived by our excesses!
We know God easily, if we do not constrain ourselves to define him.
When one has too great a dread of what is impending, one feels some relief when the trouble has come.
There was a time when the world acted on books; now books act on the world.