The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed… (read more)
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.
No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.