...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

Some say the world is a vale of tears, I say it is a place of soul-making.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

Death is Life's high meed.