I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.