I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

I have learned this: it is not what one does that is wrong, but what one becomes as a consequence of it.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?

God, bless me with luxury. Necessities I can do without.

Despotism is unjust to everybody, including the despot, who was probably made for better things.