By virtue of this science the poet is the Namer, or Language-maker, naming things sometimes after their appearance, sometimes after their essence, and giving to every one its own name and not another's, thereby rejoicing the intellect, which delights in detachment or boundary.

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

A nation never falls but by suicide.

No one suspects the days to be gods.

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.

Henceforth, please God, forever I forego the yolk of men's opinions. I will be light-hearted as a bird and live with God. I find him in the bottom of my heart, and I hear continually his voice therein.

Stay at home in your mind. Don't recite other people's opinions.