The best part of human language, properly so called, is derived from reflection on the acts of the mind itself.

In wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace; but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration.

To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.

I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

The poet is the man made to solve the riddle of the universe who brings the whole soul of man into activity.

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