Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.

The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives

Silence alone is great; all else is feebleness . . . Perform with all your heart your long and heavy task. . . . Then as do I, say naught, but suffer and die.

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us?

I think, then, that man, after having satisfied his first longing for facts, wanted something fuller - some grouping, some adaptation to his capacity and experience, of the links of this vast chain of events which his sight could not take in.