The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought.

The astronomer who catalogues the stars cannot add one atom to the universe; the poet can call an universe from the atom.

The worst part of an eminent man's conversation is, nine times out of ten, to be found in that part by which he means to be clever.

Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.

He who has loved often ... has loved never.

The real truthfulness of all works of imagination, sculpture, painting, and written fiction, is so purely in the imagination, that the artist never seeks to represent positive truth, but the idealized image of a truth