Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!-it seems to say,-there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power.
We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.
No book was ever written down by any but itself.
Foolish consistencies are the hobgoblins of small minds!
The eye is the painter and the ear the singer.
Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.