Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

The history of all the world tells us that immoral means will ever intercept good ends.

Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of aphorisms: and the greatest and best of men is but an aphorism.

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Within today, tomorrow is already walking.

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.