Heaven, on occasion, half opens its arms to us; and that is the great moment.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

People generally will soon understand that writers should be judged, not according to rules and species, which are contrary to nature and art, but according to the immutable principles of the art of composition, and the special laws of their individual temperaments.

What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo

Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.