But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.

It is handsomer to remain in the establishment better than the establishment, and conduct that in the best manner, than to make asally against evil by some single improvement, without supporting it by a total regeneration.

You cannot institute, without peril of charlatanism.

Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.

Skepticism? Yes, but a saint is a skeptic once in twenty-four hours.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, - that is genius.

A man is what he thinks about all day long.