The miracles of genius always rest on profound convictions which refuse to be analyzed.

The orator is thereby an orator that keeps his feet ever on a fact.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing.

We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes.

There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount.

The one prudence in life is concentration; the one evil is dissipation: and it makes no difference whether our dissipations are coarse or fine; property and its cares, friends and a social habit, or politics, or music, or feasting. Everything is good which takes away one plaything and delusion more, and drives us home to add one stroke of faithful work.