Professional critics are incapable of distinguishing and appreciating either diamonds in the rough or gold in bars. They are traders, and in literature know only the coins that are current. Their critical lab has scales and weights, but neither crucible or touchstone.

Space is the stature of God.

Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.

Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.

Heaven is for those who think of it.

Fully to understand a grand and beautiful thought requires, perhaps, as much time as to conceive it.

Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.