Give me a Wildness whose glance no civilization can endure.

If within the sophisticated man there is not an unsophisticated one, then he is but one of the devil's angels.

It is not in vain that man speaks to man. This is the value of literature.

The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.

Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever.

I live in the present. I only remember the past, and anticipate the future.

Many, no doubt, are well disposed, but sluggish by constitution and habit, and they cannot conceive of a man who is actuated by higher motives than they are. Accordingly they pronounce this man insane, for they know that they could never act as he does, as long as they are themselves.