Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.
Good impulses are naught, unless they become good actions.
Tenderness is the rest of passion.
We measure minds by their stature; it would be better to esteem them by their beauty.
Words, like glass, obscure when they do not aid vision.
The voice is a human sound which nothing inanimate can perfectly imitate. It has an authority and an insinuating property which writing lacks. It is not merely so much air, but air modulated and impregnated with life.