Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
He is lifeless that is faultless.
Man can have only a certain number of teeth, hair and ideas; there comes a time when he necessarily loses his teeth, hair and ideas.
Life is a shipwreck but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.
Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.
History is nothing but a pack of tricks that we play upon the dead.