The clergyman who lives in the city may have piety, but he must have taste.
Genius is intellect constructive.
Tragedy is in the eye of the observer, and not in the heart of the sufferer.
Life wastes itself whilst we are preparing to live.
In the true mythology, Love is an immortal child, and Beauty leads him as a guide; nor can we express a deeper sense than when we say, Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.
More than the diamond Koh-i-noor, which glitters among their crown jewels, they prize the dull pebble which is wiser than a man, whose poles turn themselves to the poles of the world, and whose axis is parallel to the axis of the world. Now, their toys are steam and galvanism.