I DO not count the hours I spend In wandering by the sea; The forest is my loyal friend, Like God it useth me.

A self-denial, no less austere than the saint's, is demanded of the scholar. He must worship truth, and forgo all things for that,and choose defeat and pain, so that his treasure in thought is thereby augmented.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

The man for whom the law exists - the man of forms, the conservative - is a tame man.

Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

Life is a search after power; and this is an element with which the world is so saturated,-there is no chink or crevice in which it is not lodged,-that no honest seeking goes unrewarded.

There is something servile in the habit of seeking after a law which we must obey.