The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

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.

If you would attain to your highest, go look upon a flower;what the flower does willessly, that do willingly.

Toil of science swells the wealth of art.

Honesty prospers in every condition of life.

Love can sun the realms of night.

Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation.