Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
The eye is the notebook of the poet.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.