Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
Inspiration and genius -one and the same.
A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.
Wonderful nature has a double meaning, which dazzles great minds and blinds uncultivated souls. When man is ignorant, when the desert is filled with visions, the darkness of solitude is added to the darkness of intelligence; hence, in man, the possibilities of perdition
It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.
Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.