Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

I think of few heroic actions, which cannot be traced to the artistical impulse. He who does great deeds, does them from his innate sensitiveness to moral beauty.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

Books are to be called for and supplied on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half-sleep, but in the highest sense an exercise, a gymnastic struggle; that the reader is to do something for himself.