What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.

But your isolation must not be mechanical, but spiritual, that is, must be elevation.

If we walk in the woods, we must feed mosquitoes.

Let me admonish you, first of all, to go alone; to refuse the good models, even those which are sacred in the imagination of men, and dare to love God without mediator or veil.

Spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature's joke, and therefore literature's. True prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world.

Conversation in society is found to be on a platform so low as to exclude science, the saint, and the poet.

All my hurts my garden spade can heal.