So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

Genius ... is necessarily intolerant of fetters.

What is your religion? I mean-not what you know about religion but the belief that helps you most?

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Certainly the determining acts of her life were not ideally beautiful. They were the mixed result of young and novel impulse struggling amidst the conditions of an imperfect social state, in which great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion.

I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of.

bad literature of the sort called amusing is spiritual gin.