The condition of true naming, on the poet's part, is his resigning himself to the divine aura which breathes through forms, and accompanying that.

Knowledge exists to be imparted.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

The finest and noblest ground on which people can live is truth; the real with the real; a ground on which nothing is assumed.

Outside, among your fellows, among strangers, you must perceive appearances, a hundred things you cannot do; but inside, the terrible freedom!

We cannot approach beauty. Its nature is like opaline doves'-neck lustres, hovering and evanescent. Herein it resembles the most excellent things, which all have this rainbow character, defying all attempts at appropriation and use.