Nature is a petrified magic city.
To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.
There is but one temple in the world, and that is the body of man. Nothing is holier than this high form. Bending before men is a reverence done to this revelation in the flesh. We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body.
In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.
The true Poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.
The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.