How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. For what is enthusiasm but the oblivion and swallowing-up of self in an object dearer than self?

The curiosity of an honorable mind willingly rests there, where the love of truth does not urge it farther onward, and the love of its neighbor bids it stop; in other words, it willingly stops at the point where the interests of truth do not beckon it onward, and charity cries, Halt!

To sentence a man of true genius, to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill.

For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.

For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.