If the world is a precipitation of human nature, so to speak, then the divine world is a sublimation of the same. Both occur in one act. No precipitation without sublimation. What goes lost there in agility, is won here.

Character is a wish for a perfect education.

The world must become romanticized, and in that way we find again its original meaning for us.

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.

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.