Perhaps no person can be a poet or even enjoy poetry without a certain unsoundness of mind.
Custom is our nature. What are our natural principles but principles of custom?
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to...
One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth it at least...
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
