Happy is the man who can do only one thing; in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.
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.
Nothing which does not transport is poetry. The lyre is a winged instrument.
Without duty, life is sort of boneless; it cannot hold itself together.
Education should be gentle and stern, not cold and lax.
We should always keep a corner of our heads open and free, that we may make room for the opinions of our friends. Let us have heart and head hospitality.