Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.
The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
Superior people never make long visits.
The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.