Man exists for his own sake and not to add a laborer to the State.

Milton says, that the lyric poet may drink wine and live generously, but the epic poet, he who shall sing of the gods, and their descent unto men, must drink water out of a wooden bowl. For poetry is not "Devil's wine," but God's wine.

We are taught by great actions that the universe is the property of every individual in it.

How can we speak of the action of the mind under any divisions, as of its knowledge, of its ethics, of its works, and so forth, since it melts will into perception, knowledge into act? Each becomes the other. Itself alone is.

We love it because it is self dependent, self derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.

Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam.

Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All