Perpetual modernism is the measure of merit in every work of art.

The Soul rules over matter. Matter may pass away like a mote in the sunbeam, may be absorbed into the immensity of God, as a mistis absorbed into the heat of the Sun--but the soul is the kingdom of God, the abode of love, of truth, of virtue.

Enlarge not thy destiny, said the oracle: endeavor not to do more than is given thee in charge.

Truth is the summit of being.

There are men whose language is strong and defying enough, yet their eyes and their actions ask leave of other men to live.

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness.

Friendship should be surrounded with ceremonies and respects, and not crushed into corners.