Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
To sit for one’s portrait is like being present at one’s own creation.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.
I dwell in possibility.
I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
The accidental causes of science are only accidents relatively to the intelligence of a man.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.