The condition which high friendship demands is ability to do without it.

For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.

Everyone I meet is in some way my superior.

If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.

But when you have chosen your part, abide by it, and do not weakly try to reconcile yourself with the world.

Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.

All things are moral. That soul, which within us is a sentiment, outside of us is a law. We feel its inspiration; out there in history we can see its fatal strength.