Any work looks wonderful to me except the one which I can do.

I will not hide my tastes or aversions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.

A scholar does not wish to be always pumping his brains; he wants gossips.

The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims.

The sign and credentials of the poet are that he announces that which no man foretold

What is it men love in Genius, but its infinite hope, which degrades all it has done? Genius counts all its miracles poor and short. Its own idea it never executed.

Good nature is stronger than tomahawks.