Ideas must work through the brains and the arms of good and brave men or they are no better than dreams.

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

Intellect is a fire; rash and pitiless it melts this wonderful bone-house which is called man. Genius even, as it is the greatestgood, is the greatest harm.

It is very unhappy, but too late to be helped, the discovery we have made, that we exist

Those who live to the future must always appear selfish to those who live to the present.

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.

What we have learned from other becomes our own reflection.