A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.

When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.