We hope vaguely but dread precisely.
Serious people have few ideas. People with ideas are never serious.
In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.
We need to wake up from a thought that lasts too long.
Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses, more ingeniously than the attitude of pronouncing upon our fellows.
What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?