Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.

The statue is then beautiful when it begins to be incomprehensible, when it is passing out of criticism, and can no longer be defined by compass and measuring-wand, but demands an active imagination to go with it, and to say what it is in the act of doing.

The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when your arrows are spent.

The child realizes to every man his own earliest remembrance, and so supplies a defect in our education, or enables us to live over the unconscious history with a sympathy so tender as to be almost personal experience.

Happy the man who never puts on a face, but receives every visitor with that countenance he has on.

Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins

Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.