Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.

The world is filled with the proverbs and acts and winkings of a base prudence, which is a devotion to matter, as if we possessedno other faculties than the palate, the nose, the touch, the eye and ear; a prudence which adores the Rule of Three, which never subscribes, which never gives, which seldom lends, and asks but one question of any project,--Will it bake bread?

But wise men pierce this rotten diction and fasten words again to visible things; so that picturesque language is at once a commanding certificate that he who employs it, is a man in alliance with truth and God.

All men are poets at heart. They serve nature for bread, but her loveliness overcomes them sometimes.

Whatever you do, you need courage.

The time will come when the evil forms we have known can no more be organized. Man's culture can spare nothing, wants all material. He is to convert all impediments into instruments, all enemies into power.