Let go of the past and live the future . . . Live the life you imagined.

A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine.

Decay and disease are often beautiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption.

Genius is not a retainer to any emperor.

The prosaic man sees things badly, or with the bodily sense; but the poet sees them clad in beauty, with the spiritual sense.

Probe the universe in a myriad of points. ... He is a wise man who has taken many views; to whom stones and plants and animals and a myriad of objects have each suggesting something, contributed something.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.