The age of miracles is forever here.

Money, in truth, can do much, but it cannot do all. We must know the province of it, and confine it there, and even spurn it back when it wishes to get farther.

The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.

Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.

Enjoying things which are pleasant; that is not the evil; it is the reducing of our moral self to slavery by them that is.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

He who would write heroic poems should make his whole life a heroic poem.