We do not die wholly at our deaths: we have moldered away gradually long before. Faculty after faculty, interest after interest, attachment after attachment disappear: we are torn from ourselves while living.
Zeal will do more than knowledge.
Dandyism is a variety of genius.
Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.
He will never have true friends who is afraid of making enemies.
If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.