If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.
The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.
Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.
The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity.
Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?
There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.