The savage in man is never quite eradicated.

The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse.

The best thing a man can do for his culture when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes which he entertained when he was poor

Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour

All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?