The world is his who has money to go over it.

And truly it demands something godlike in him who cast off the common motives of humanity and ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster.

For all our penny-wisdom, for all our soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted that all men have sublime thoughts; that all men value the few real hours of life; they love to be heard; they love to be caught up into the vision of principles. We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had, in the dreary years of routine and of sin, with souls that made our souls wiser; that spoke what we thought; that told us what we knew; that gave us leave to be what we only were.

Necessity does everything well.

In the right hands, literature is not resorted to as a consolation, and by the broken and decayed, but as a decalogue.

The best picture makes us say, I am a painter also.

The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.