To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
Christianity is a formula: it is nothing more.
The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.
Imagination without culture is crippled and moves slowly; but it can be pure imagination, and rich also, as folk-lore will tell the vainest.