Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

The search after the great men is the dream of youth, and the most serious occupation of manhood.

Cunning is strength withheld.

An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.

When I behold a rich landscape, it is less to my purpose to recite correctly the order and superposition of the strata, than to know why all thought of multitude is lost in a tranquil sense of unity.

The faith that stands on authority is not faith.

Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.