Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
Petty laws breed great crimes.
Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
A great love is an absolute isolation and an absolute absorption.
The fire of true enthusiasm is like the fires of Baku, which no water can ever quench, and which burn steadily on from night to day, and year to year, because their well-spring is eternal.