Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first. It rises in thought, to the end that it may be uttered and acted. Always in proportion to the depth of its sense does it knock importunately at the gates of the soul, to be spoken, to be done.

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.

The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?

Are you not scared by seeing that the gypsies are more attractive to us than the apostles?

The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet

The vanishing, volatile froth of the present which any shadow will alter, any thought blow away, any event annihilate, is every moment converted into the adamantine.

A home kept to the end of display is impossible to all but a few women, and their success is dearly bought.