Anything that happens gradually is always irrevocable.
We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.
Intellect does not attain its full force unless it attacks power.
One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.
Nature, who permits no two leaves to be exactly alike, has given a still greater diversity to human minds. Imitation, then, is a double murder; for it deprives both copy and original of their primitive existence.
When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.