Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble.
True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.
The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it.
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.
Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others.