The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

Comparative criticism teaches us that moral and aesthetic defects are more nearly related than is commonly supposed.

The intellect has only one failing, which, to be sure, is a very considerable one. It has no conscience.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.