It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.
The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.
The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
Friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but love can live upon itself alone
for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?
It needs a great nature to bear the weight of a great gratitude.