The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.
When he has seen, that it is not his, nor any man's, but it is the soul which made the world, and that it is all accessible to him, he will know that he, as its minister, may rightfully hold all things subordinate and answerable to it.
We boil at different degrees.
Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.
All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.
We cannot overstate our debt to the Past, but the moment has the supreme claim.