All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

Nature may be as selfishly studied as trade. Astronomy to the selfish becomes astrology; psychology, mesmerism (with intent to show where aour spoons are gone); and anatomy and physiology become phrenology and palmistry.

Our friends early appear to us as representatives of certain ideas, which they never pass or exceed. They stand on the brink of the ocean of thought and power, but they never take a single step that would bring them there.

And dazzling memory revive.Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures, with the pen Which, on the first day, drew Upon the tablets blue The dancing Pleiads, and the eternal men.

Truth has not single victories; all things are its organs,--not only dust and stones, but errors and lies.

Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfillments; each of its joys ripens into a new want.