True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.
When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.
Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble.
The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.
Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.