And dazzling memory revive.Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures, with the pen Which, on the first day, drew Upon the tablets blue The dancing Pleiads, and the eternal men.

Good writing is a kind of skating which carries off the performer where he would not go.

Wise men are not wise at all hours, and will speak five times from their taste or their humor, to once from their reason.

In the great books of India, an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence, which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the questions that exercise us.

To live the greatest number of good hours is wisdom.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

It never was in the power of any man or any community to call the arts into being. They come to serve his actual wants, never to please his fancy.