A man who means to think and write a great deal must, after six and twenty, learn to read with his fingers.

I find no intellect comparable to my own

When the intellect and affections are in harmony; when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep; inspiration will not be confounded with fancy.

We need to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessness.

I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening.

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

While any one is base, none can be entirely free and noble.