The idealism of Berkeley is only a crude statement of the idealism of Jesus, and that again is a crude statement of the fact thatall nature is the rapid efflux of goodness executing and organizing itself.

The solar system has no anxiety about its reputation.

We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.

Why should we assume the faults of our friend, or wife, or father, or child, because they sit around our hearth, or are said to have the same blood?

We owe to genius always the same debt, of lifting the curtain from the common, and showing us that divinities are sitting disguised in the seeming gang of gypsies and peddlars.

The State is a poor, good beast who means the best: it means friendly.

It is doubtless a vice to turn one's eyes inward too much, but I am my own comedy and tragedy.