What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.