In talking with scholars, I observe that they lost on ruder companions those years of boyhood which alone could give imaginative literature a religious and infinite quality in their esteem.

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.

There is really no insurmountable barrier save your own inherent weakness of purpose.

Every word we speak is million-faced or convertible to an indefinite number of applications. If it were not so we could read no book. Your remark would only fit your case, not mine.

I fear the popular notion of success stands in direct opposition in all points to the real and wholesome success. One adores public opinion, the other, private opinion; one, fame, the other, desert; one, feats, the other, humility; one, lucre, the other, love; one, monopoly, and the other, hospitality of mind.

Man's life is a progress, not a station.