When It's Darkest, Men See the Stars.

Genius seems to consist merely in trueness of sight, in using such words as show that the man was an eye-witness, and not a repeater of what was told.

Music is the poor man's Parnassus.

It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory, but to bring the past for judgment into the thousand-eyed present, and live ever in a new day.

An individual is an encloser. Time and space, liberty and necessity, truth and thought, are left at large no longer.

Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.