Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants, and to serve them one's self?
Picture and sculpture are the celebrations and festivities of form.
Do you love me? Means at last do you see the same truth I see? If you do, we are happy together; but when presently one of us passes into the perception of a new truth, we are divorced and the force of all nature cannot hold us to each other.
The aid we can give each other is only incidental, lateral, and sympathetic.
A strenuous soul hates cheap success.
Most of the great results of history are brought about by discreditable means.