Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.

I must feel pride in my friend's accomplishments as if they were mine,--and a property in his virtues. I feel as warmly when he ispraised, as the lover when he hears applause of his engaged maiden.

The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation, perceives the self-existance of Truth and Right, and calms itself with knowing that all things go well.

Most of the great results of history are brought about by discreditable means.

And yet--it is not beauty that inspires the deepest passion. Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. Beauty, without expression, tires.

You cannot give anything to a magnanimous person. After you have served him, he at once puts you in debt by his magnanimity.

We love it because it is self dependent, self derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.