Poetry implies the whole truth. Philosophy expresses a particle of it.

Perfect alchemists I keep who can transmute substances without end, and thus the corner of my garden is an inexhaustible treasure-chest. Here you can dig, not gold, but the value which gold merely represents; and there is no Signor Blitz about it.

Every sunset I witness inspires me with the desire to go to West as distant and as fair as that which the sun goes down. Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.

That government is best which governs not at all; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have.

Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.

The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?

The virtue which we appreciate, we to some extent appropriate.