Men grind and grind in the mill of a truism, and nothing comes out but what was put in. But the moment they desert the tradition for a spontaneous thought, then poetry, wit, hope, virtue, learning, anecdote, and all flock to their aid.

Necessity does everything well.

The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze.

Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.

The true thrift is always to spend on the higher plane; to invest and invest, with keener avarice, that he may spend in spiritualcreation, and not in augmenting animal existence. Nor is the man enriched, in repeating the old experiments of animal sensation; nor unless through new powers and ascending pleasures he knows himself by the actual experience of higher good to be already on the way to the highest.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

Every man is an impossibility until he is born.