And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

The worth and value of knowledge is in proportion to the worth and value of its object.

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

Within today, tomorrow is already walking.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.

Nothing is as contagious as enthusiasm. It is the real allegory of the myth of Orpheus; it moves stones, and charms brutes. It is the genius of sincerity, and truth accomplishes no victories without it.

A man of maxims only is like a Cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.