Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.

Art can only be truly art by presenting an adequate outward symbol of some fact in the interior life.

... the Power who gave a power, by its mere existence, signifies that it must be brought out towards perfection.

Our friends should be our incentives to right, but not only our guiding, but our prophetic, stars. To love by right is much, to love by faith is more; both are the entire love, without which heart, mind, and soul cannot be alike satisfied. We love and ought to love one another, not merely for the absolute worth of each, but on account of a mutual fitness of temporary character.

If you have knowledge, let others light their candles in it.

I know of no inquiry which the impulses of man suggests that is forbidden to the resolution of man to pursue.

Truth is the nursing mother of genius.