Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.

Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.

If all were rich, gold would be penniless.

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!