There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

We must not tamper with the organic motion of the soul.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

Society has really no graver interest than the well-being of the literary class.

The world is all outside, it has no inside.

Character repudiates intellect, yet excites it; and character passes into thought, is published so, and then is ashamed before newflashes of moral worth.

In nature, all is useful, all is beautiful. It is therefore beautiful, because it is alive, moving, reproductive; it is thereforeuseful, because it is symmetrical and fair. Beauty will not come at the call of a legislature, nor will it repeat in England or America its history in Greece. It will come, as always, unannounced, and spring up between the feet of brave and earnest men.