Poetry is in itself strength and joy, whether it be crowned by all mankind, or left alone in its own magic hermitage.

The worst education which teaches self-denial, is better than the best which teaches everything else, and not that.

Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.

Enthusiasm is grave, inward, self-controlled; mere excitement, outward, fantastic, hysterical, and passing in a moment from tears to laughter.

Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.

Every fancy that we would substitute for a reality is, if we saw aright, and saw the whole, not only false, but every way less beautiful and excellent than that which we sacrifice to it.

Repentance clothes in grass and flowers the grave in which the past is laid.