Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one!
Envy is an insult to oneself.
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
Character begins to form at the first pinch of anxiety about ourselves.
One day posterity will remember these strange times, when ordinary common honesty was called courage.
Unfortunately justice is the train that's nearly always late.