Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

I do not know what arguments mean in reference to any expression of a thought. I delight in telling what I think; but if you ask me how I dare say so, or why it is so, I am the most helpless of men.

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

Talent may frolic and juggle; genius realizes and adds.

Every man is a channel through which heaven floweth.

We are imprisoned in life in the company of persons powerfully unlike us.