When a man meets his make, society begins.

Every man is entitled to be valued by his best moment.

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish.

And what is Genius but finer love, a love impersonal, a love of the flower and perfection of things, and a desire to draw a new picture or copy of the same? It looks to the cause and life: it proceeds from within outward, whilst Talent goes from without inward.

A feeble man can see the farms that are fenced and tilled, the houses that are built. The strong man sees the possible houses and farms. His eye makes estates as fast as the sun breeds clouds.

Sanity consists in not being subdued by your means. Fancy prices are paid for position, and for the culture of talent, but to thegrand interests, superficial success is of no account.

What is well done, I feel as if I did; what is ill-done, I reck not of.