A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

The world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day.

There is no eloquence without a man behind it.

Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.

Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.

Moderation in all things, especially moderation.

The worst feature of this double consciousness is, that the two lives, of the understanding and of the soul, which we lead, reallyshow very little relation to each other; never meet and measure each other: one prevails now, all buzz and din; and the other prevails then, all infinitude and paradise; and, with the progress of life, the two discover no greater disposition to reconcile themselves.