Every mind is different; and the more it is unfolded, the more pronounced is that difference.

The beautiful is never plentiful.

Nothing is quite beautiful alone; nothing but is beautiful in the whole. A single object is only so far beautiful as it suggests this universal grace.

Intellect is a fire; rash and pitiless it melts this wonderful bone-house which is called man. Genius even, as it is the greatestgood, is the greatest harm.

Give me truths for I am weary of the surfaces.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.

The eye is the best of artists.