A good man, through obscurest aspirations Has still an instinct of the one true way.

We are not all equal, nor can we be so.

It seems to me that every phenomenon, every fact, itself is the really interesting object. Whoever explains it, or connects it with other events, usually only amuses himself or makes sport of us, as, for instance, the naturalist or historian. But a single action or event is interesting, not because it is explainable, but because it is true.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

The style of writing required in the great world is distinguished by a free and daring grace, a careless security, a fine and sharp polish, a delicate and perfect taste; while that fitted for the people is characterized by a vigorous natural fulness, a profound depth of feeling, and an engaging naivete.

There is strong shadow where there is much light.

[W]hat counts is that one perceives excellence and dares to give it expression, which sounds little but is in fact a great deal.