Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained.

Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.

The imagination never dies.

Progress comes by experiment, and this from ennui that leads to voyages, wars, revolutions, and plainly to change in the arts of expression; that cries out to the imagination, and is the nurse of the invention whereof we term necessity the mother.

A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.

Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained.

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.