Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.

We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his sonnets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of flowers, he finds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament

Because the soul is progressive, it never quite repeats itself, but in every act attempts the production of a new and fairer whole.

Every man should let out all the length of all the reigns; should find or make a frank and healthy expression of what force and meaning is in him.

God will not have his work made manifest by cowards

Our relations to each other are oblique and casual.

For, the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them, and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed. We first share the life by which things exist, and afterwards see them as appearances in nature, and forget that we have shared their cause. Here is the fountain of action and of thought.