Man is the dwarf of himself.

An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man.

The enthusiast always finds the master, the masters, whom he seeks. Always genius seeks genius, desires nothing so much as to be a pupil and to find those who can lend it aid to perfect itself.

These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

Beauty is the virtue of the body as virtue is the beauty of the soul

There are faces so fluid with expression, so flushed and rippled by the play of thought, that we can hardly find what the mere features really are. When the delicious beauty of lineament loses its power, it is because a more delicious beauty has appeared, that an interior and durable form has been disclosed.

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end.