Walking has the best value as gymnastics of the mind.

Meek young men grow up in colleges and believe it is their duty to accept the views which books have given, and grow up slaves.

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.

In our fine arts, not imitation, but creation is the aim... The details, the prose of nature, he should omit, and give us only the spirit and splendour.

Nature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.

Every man should let out all the length of all the reigns; should find or make a frank and healthy expression of what force and meaning is in him.

Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.