The eye is the notebook of the poet.

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

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.

To genius life never grows commonplace.

No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.