What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.

Creation lives, grows, and multiplies; man is but a witness.

Where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and which has the wider vision?

Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.

As for the author, he is profoundly unaware of what the classical or romantic genre might consist of.... In literature, as in allthings, there is only the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the true and the false.

The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.