It matters not how long we live but how.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

The value of a thought cannot be told.

Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.

It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.