The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.
Genius cannot escape the taint of its time more than a child the influence of its begetting.
Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.
Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.
for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?