Englands genius filled all measureOf heart and soul, of strength and pleasure,Gave to the mind its emperor,And life was larger than before:Nor sequent centuries could hitOrbit and sum of Shakespeares wit. The men who lived with him becamePoets, for the air was fame.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder.

The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues.

Because the soul is progressive, it never quite repeats itself, but in every act attempts the production of a new and fairer whole.

I remember the thought which occurred to me when some ingenious and spiritual foreigners came to America, was, Have you been victimized in being brought hither?--or, prior to that, answer me this, "Are you victimizable?

Duty grows everywhere--like children, like grass.