I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

I scarcely remember counting upon happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world.