The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
Ideals we do not make. We discover, not invent, them.
Curiosity is thought on its entering edge.
Virtue is safe only when it is inspired.
There is always the possibility of beauty where there is an unsealed human eye; of music where there is an unstopped human ear; and of inspiration where there is a receptive human spirit.
Character is the impulse reined down into steady continuance.