When ideas become gods, consciousness of harmony becomes devotion, humility, and hope.

Sense (for a particular art, science, human being, and so forth) is divided spirit; self-restraint is consequently the result of self-creation and self-destruction.

I can no longer say my love and your love; they are both alike in their perfect mutuality.

As the ancient commander addressed his soldiers before battle, so should the moralist speak to men in the struggle of the era.

From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be.

Both in their origins and effects, boredom and stuffy air resemble each other. They are usually generated whenever a large number of people gather together in a closed room.

Morality without a sense of paradox is mean.