All history is but the lengthened shadow of a great man.

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.

If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.

In every company, there is not only the active and passive sex, but, in both men and women, a deeper and more important sex of mind, namely, the inventive or creative class of both men and women, and the uninventive or accepting class.

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

That is ever the difference between the wise and the unwise: the latter wonders at what is unusual; the wise man wonders at the usual.

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.