It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.

Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.

History repeats itself.

To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of emotion--a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge.

'Tis God gives skill, but not without men's hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivarius's violins without Antonio.