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

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

It is only the intellect that can be thoroughly and hideously wicked. It can forget everything in the attainment of its ends. The heart recoils; in its retired some drops of childhood's dew still linger, defying manhood's fiery noon.

Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise.

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