I quote another man's saying; unluckily, that other withdraws himself in the same way, and quotes me.

What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.

We are rich only through what we give, and poor only through what we refuse.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

If we meet no gods, it is because we harbor none.

He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public. That statement only is fit to be made public, which you have come at in attempting to satisfy your own curiosity.

He who loves the bristle of bayonets only sees in the glitter what beforehand he feels in his heart. It is avarice and hatred; it is that quivering lip, that cold, hating eye, which built magazines and powder-houses.