Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

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.

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

It is from books that wise men derive consolation in the troubles of life.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

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