When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him.

Everything is beautiful seen from the point of the intellect, or as truth. But all is sour if seen as experience.

Heaven often protects valuable souls charged with great secrets, great ideas, by long shutting them up with their own thoughts.

What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so we are.

Every novel is a debtor to Homer.

Herein is the explanation of the analogies, which exist in all the arts. They are the re-appearance of one mind, working in many materials to many temporary ends. Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakspeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it. Painting was called "silent poetry," and poetry "speaking painting." The laws of each art are convertible into the laws of every other.

He who would be a man must therefore be a non-conformist.