Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.

Most men, even the most accomplished, are of limited faculties; every one sets a value on certain qualities in himself and others: these alone he is willing to favour, these alone will he have cultivated.

In art it's not the thinking that does the job, but making.

It is so hard that one cannot really have confidence in doctors and yet cannot do without them.

Nothing is more consonant with Nature than that she puts into operation in the smallest detail that which she intends as a whole.

Boldness has power, magic and genius in it.

The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.