Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.