It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man, having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.

He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, and lives with God.

Let it suffice that in the light of these two facts, namely, that the mind is One, and that nature is its correlative, history isto be read and written.

All life is an experiment.

Let none presume to measure the irregularities of Michael Angelo or Socrates by village scales.

Mankind divides itself into two classes,--benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful.