It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive. Why should it exaggerate? There is that which should be destroyed and that which should be simply illuminated and studied. How great is the force of benevolent and searching examination! We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.

One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.

Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.