I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.