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

The virtue of books is to be readable.

Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!-it seems to say,-there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived

Men have come to speak of the revelation as somewhat long ago given and done, as if God were dead. The injury to faith throttles the preacher; and the goodliest of institutions becomes an uncertain and inarticulate voice.

There is no one who does not exaggerate!

I quote another man's saying; unluckily, that other withdraws himself in the same way, and quotes me.