One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature.

But love is an emotional thing$$$ and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

So all life is a great chain$$$ the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.

It's a wicked world$$$ and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.

Whatever you do$$$ crush the infamous thing$$$ and love those who love you.

When once your point of view is changed$$$ the very thing which was so damning becomes a clue to the truth.

Of all ruins$$$ that of a noble mind is the most deplorable.

There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.

It is as impossible to translate poetry as it is to translate music.

Anything is better than stagnation.