Disgrace Is The Synonym Of Discovery.

Repartee Is Altogether A Natural Endowment, And Is The Lightning Of The Mind.

The Only Truth Is Love Beyond Reason.

Know That There Is Often Hidden In Us A Dormant Poet, Always Young And Alive.

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.