Genius seems to consistent merely in trueness of sight.
Law of Contrariness: Our chief want in life is somebody who shall make us do what we can. Having found them, we shall then hate them for it.
The young man reveres men of genius, because, to speak truly, they are more himself than he is.
Some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise.
What potent blood hath modest May.
Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory.