The poetry of the earth is never dead.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.