Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.