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?
A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.
Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.