The words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.

An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.

For I often please myself with the fancy, now that I may have saved from oblivion the only striking passage in a whole volume, and now that I may have attracted notice to a writer undeservedly forgotten.

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

The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.

A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.

I have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance.