Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory, and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life, a life like the scriptures, figurative.
If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.