The law of humanity ought to be composed of the past, the present, and >>
Philosophy may be dodged, eloquence cannot. >>
What we share with another ceases to be our own. >>
The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponso >>
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite. >>
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfa >>
I mistrust the satisfaction which makes a display of the possession of Infinity; that is called fatuity in philosophic terms.