We are very near to greatness: one step and we are safe; can we not take the leap?

The law of nature is alternation for evermore. Each electrical state superinduces the opposite.

Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.

The masters painted for joy, and knew not that virtue had gone out of them. They could not paint the like in cold blood. The masters of English lyric wrote their songs so. It was a fine efflorescence of fine powers.

Everything has its price - and if that price is not paid, not that thing but something else is obtained... it is impossible to get anything without this price.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught.