Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.

Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.

When unhappy, one doubts everything; when happy, one doubts nothing.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

I look at what I have and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

A fine quotation is a diamond on the finger of a man of wit, and a pebble in the hand of a fool.