His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

The philosophic mind inclines always to an elaborate life--the life of Goethe or of Leonardo da Vinci; but the life of the poet isintense--the life of Blake or of Dante--taking into its centre the life that surrounds it and flinging it abroad again amid planetary music.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.