Logic ignores the almost, just as the sun ignores the candle.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.

Dreaming is happiness. Waiting is life.