Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson.

What you look at hard seems to look at you.

Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep.

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.

For human nature, being more highly pitched, selved, and distinctive than anything in the world, can have been developed, evolved,condensed, from the vastness of the world not anyhow or by the working of common powers but only by one of finer or higher pitch and determination than itself.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.