“False fancy brings real misery.”

Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.

Dare to be wrong and to dream.

To save all we must risk all.

I have enjoyed earthly happiness, I have lived and loved.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

The rich become richer and the poor become poorer is a cry heard throughout the whole civilized world.

We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.

Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.

The very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

Obedience decks the Christian most.

Knowledge, the object of knowledge and the knower are the three factors which motivate action; the senses, the work and the doer comprise the threefold basis of action.

The man who fears nothing is as powerful as he who is feared by everybody.

Fear is often described as False Evidence Appearing Real.

Remember: The best deceivers do everything they can to cloak their roguish qualities. They cultivate an air of honesty in one area to disguise their dishonesty in others. Honesty is merely another decoy in their arsenal of weapons.

It’s not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you’re a fake, that’s tougher to live with.

Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.

Falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it.

Society makes suicide so romantic.

Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it, so that when men come to be undeceived, it is too late; the jest is over, and the tale hath had its effect.

A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.