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.

I only wish that ordinary people had an unlimited capacity for doing harm; then they might have an unlimited power for doing good.

The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.

Either I do not corrupt the young or, if I do, it is unwillingly.

What is happening to our young people? They disrespect their elders, they disobey their parents. They ignore the law. They riot in the streets inflamed with wild notions. Their morals are decaying. What is to become of them?

Where there is reverence there is fear, but there is not reverence everywhere that there is fear, because fear presumably has a wider extension than reverence.

The true Wisdom is in recognizing our own ignorance.