History - a biography of a few stout and earnest persons
We live ruins amid ruins.
The best picture makes us say, I am a painter also.
A man of thought must feel the thought that is parent of the universe: that the masses of nature do undulate and flow.
We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.
Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory.