As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

The most general definition of beauty ... Multeity in Unity.

If people could learn history, what lessons it might teach us!

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Falsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one crackling blazing moment, and then dies; and all its converts are scattered in the wind, without place or evidence of their existence, as viewless as the wind which scatters them.

It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.

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