Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.

Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of distinct ideas.

The floods of nonsense printed in the form of critical opinions seem to me a chief curse of the times, a chief obstacle to true culture.

It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.

You must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honorable to you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well.