No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.

A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.

Sentimental poetry differs from naive poetry in that it relates the real state at which the latter stops to ideas and applies ideas to that reality.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Regarded in isolation, an idea may be quite insignificant, and venturesome in the extreme, but it may acquire importance from an idea which follows it; perhaps, in a certain collocation with other ideas, which may seem equally absurd, it may be capable of furnishing a very serviceable link.

Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.