Never yet did there exist a full faith in the Divine Word (by whom light as well as immortality was brought into the world) which did not expand the intellect, while it purified the heart--which did not multiply the aims and objects of the understanding, while it fixed and simplified those of the desires and passions.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

A nation to be great ought to be compressed in its increment by nations more civilized than itself.

Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.