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

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 world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

After thirty, a man wakes up sad every morning, excepting perhaps five or six, until the day of his death.

We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and are thevictims of these details, and once in a fortnight we arrive perhaps at a rational moment.

An orator or author is never successful till he has learned to make his words smaller than his ideas.

The line of beauty is the line of perfect economy.