Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.
Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All
Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
It is a greater joy to see the author's author, than himself.
Pines a thousand years old. Every year they must go farther for them: they recede, like beavers and Indians, before the white man.
The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.