Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

Nothing with God can be accidental.

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

How like they are to human things!