There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.

Nature and literature are subjective phenomena; every evil and every good thing is a shadow which we cast

A strenuous soul hates cheap success. It is the ardor of the assailant that makes the vigor of the defendant.

Every man is a consumer, and ought to be a producer. He is by constitution expensive, and needs to be rich.

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend

No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward!

The best conversation is rare. Society seems to have agreed to treat fictions as realities, and realities as fictions; and the simple lover of truth, especially if on very high grounds, as a religious or intellectual seeker, finds himself a stranger and alien.