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.

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think.

Only poetry inspires poetry.

We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had with souls that made our souls wiser, that spoke what we thought, that told us what we knew, that gave us leave to be what we inly are.

An action is the perfection and publication of thought. A right action seems to fill the eye, and to be related to all nature.

When the spirit is not master of the world, then it is its dupe.

It is in rugged crises, in unbearable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy out of the question, that the angel is shown.