I appeal from your customs. I must be myself. I cannot break myself anylonger for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall bethe happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that youshould. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust thatwhat is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moonwhatever inly rejoices me, and the heart appoints. If you are noble, Iwill love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself byhypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truthwith me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.

Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact. Every appearance in nature corresponds to some state of the mind, and that state of the mind can only be described by presenting that natural appearance as its picture.

But a compassion for that which is not and cannot be useful and lovely, is degrading and futile.

The secret of success in society is a certain heartiness and sympathy.

It is the fault of our rhetoric that we cannot strongly state one fact without seeming to belie some other.

There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.

The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.