Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!

If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love.

The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.