Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.
To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.
We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.
Character is a perfectly educated will.