I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

For style beyond the genius never dares.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.