We accept every person in the world as that for which he gives himself out, only he must give himself out for something. We can put up with the unpleasant more easily than we can endure the insignificant.

At bottom, no real object is unpoetical, if the poet knows how to use it properly.

Can a sparrow know how a stork feels?

Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.

To appreciate the noble is a gain which can never be torn from us.

Do not, I beg you, look for anything behind phenomena. They are themselves their own lesson.

What you can do, or think you can, begin it.