Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.

Picture and sculpture are the celebrations and festivities of form.

It is one of the beautiful compensations in this life that no one can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

Our opinions of the world, are confessions of character.

What we commonly call man, the eating, drinking, planting, counting man, does not, as we know him, represent himself, but misrepresents himself. Him we do not respect, but the soul, whose organ he is, would he let it appear through his action, would make our knees bend.

Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can offer with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation, but of the adopted talent of another, you have only an extemporaneous, half possession.

Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.