A wise man travels to discover himself.

He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

The right of individual property is no doubt the very corner-stone of civilization, as hitherto understood; but I am a little impatient of being told that property is entitled to exceptional consideration because it bears all the burdens of the state. It bears those, indeed, which can be most easily borne, but poverty pays with its person the chief expenses of war, pestilence, and famine.

Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven.