Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

I love to go and see all the things I am happy without.

If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.

The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world, is to be in reality what we would appear to be, all human virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the practice and experience of them.

An honest man is always a child.

He is the richest who is content with the least.

The greatest blessing granted to mankind come by way of madness, which is a divine gift.