A man may be buoyed up by the efflation of his wild desires to brave any imaginable peril; but he cannot calmly see one he loves braving the same peril; simply because he cannot feel within turn that which prompts another. He sees the danger, and feels not the power that is to overcome it.

Many a genius has been slow of growth. Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed.

Imagination is not the exclusive appanage of artists, but belongs in varying degrees to all men.

Originality is independence, not rebellion; it is sincerity, not antagonism.

All good Literature rests primarily on insight.

Ideas are forces; our acceptance of one determines our reception of others.

The great desire of this age is for a doctrine which may serve to condense our knowledge, guide our researches, and shape our lives, so that conduct may really be the consequence of belief