The vulgar call good fortune that which really is produced by the calculations of genius.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.