There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrate to some stroke of the imagination.

The education of the will is the object of our existence.

For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem.

The right eloquence needs no bell to call the people together, and no constable to keep them.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine.

The world is emblematic. Parts of speech are metaphors, because the whole of nature is a metaphor of the human mind.