A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.