A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

No labor is hopeless.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.

That which we know is but little; that which we have a presentiment of is immense; it is in this direction that the poet outruns the learned man.