Fear is a great instructor.

A great man scarcely knows how he dines, how he dresses; but without railing or precision, his living is natural and poetic.

We cannot forgive another for not being ourselves.

I have heard that death takes us away from ill things, not from good. I have heard that when we pronounce the name of man we pronounce the belief of immortality.

And of poetry, the success is not attained when it lulls and satisfies, but when it astonishes and fires us with new endeavours after the unattainable.

In the great books of India, an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence, which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the questions that exercise us.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.