English history is aristocracy with the doors open. Who has courage and faculty, let him come in.

Nothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature's joke, and therefore literature's. True prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world.

The only method to possess a buddy is always to be one.

We say that every man is entitled to be valued by his best moment. We measure our friends so. We know, they have intervals of folly, whereof we take no heed, but wait the reappearings of the genius, which are sure and beautiful.

The student is to read history actively and not passively.