A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

There are two kinds of genius. The first and highest may be said to speak out of the eternal to the present, and must compel its age to understand it; the second understands its age, and tells it what it wishes to be told.

Every person born into this world their work is born with them.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.

Life is constantly weighing us in very sensitive scales, and telling every one of us precisely what his real weight is to the last grain of dust.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.