For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, - a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.

It is only as a man puts off from himself all external support, and stands alone, that I see him to be strong and to prevail.

To believe in luck ... is skepticism.

The modernness of all good books seems to give men an existence as wide as man.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

I have been told, that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personalrelations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love's world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts.

If you will not lend me the money, how can I pay you?