As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.
Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.
Genius is its own end.
We are imprisoned in life in the company of persons powerfully unlike us.
Genius Borrows nobly.
I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.