Thou art to me a delicious torment.

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.

There is no luck in literary reputation. They who make up the final verdict upon every book are not the partial and noisy readers of the hour when it appears; but a court as of angels, a public not to be bribed, not to be entreated, and not to be overawed, decides upon every man's title to fame.

As picture teaches the colouring, so sculpture the anatomy of form.

We have a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken. (Despite) all the selfishness that chills like east winds the world, the whole human family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether... The effect of the indulgence of this human affection is a certain cordial exhilaration.

New York is a sucked orange.