Every act of the man inscribes itself in the memories of his fellows, and in his own manners and face. The air is full of sounds;the sky, of tokens; the ground is all memoranda and signatures; and every object covered over with hints, which speak to the intelligent.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Poetry being ... when we look from the center outward.
Our strength grows out of our weakness.
Something is wanting to science until it has been humanised.
The line of beauty is the line of perfect economy.