We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.

As we refine, our checks become finer. If we rise to spiritual culture, the antagonism takes a spiritual form.

As every man is hunted by his own daemon, vexed by his own disease, this checks all his activity.

Neither is a dictionary a bad book to read. There is no can't in it, no excess of explanation, and it is full of suggestion, the raw material of possible poems and histories.

Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.

The Italians are fond of red clothes, peacock plumes, and embroidery; and I remember one rainy morning in the city of Palermo, the street was ablaze with scarlet umbrellas.

If you would not be known to do anything, never do it.