Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.

They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.

Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.

A man who permits his honor to be taken, permits his life to be taken.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

Poetry is a whim of Nature in her lighter moods; it requires nothing but its own madness and, lacking that, it becomes a soundless cymbal, a belfry without a bell.