The feeling is often the deeper truth, the opinion the more superficial one.

Most painters have painted themselves. So have most poets: not so palpably indeed, but more assiduously. Some have done nothing else.

Seeking is not always the way to find.

Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week.

Many men spend their lives in gazing at their own shadows, and so dwindle away into shadows thereof.

The cross was two pieces of dead wood; and a helpless, unresisting Man was nailed to it; yet it was mightier than the world, and triumphed, and will ever triumph over it.

The body too has its rights; and it will have them: they cannot be trampled on without peril. The body ought to be the soul's best friend. Many good men however have neglected to make it such: so it has become a fiend and has plagued them.