Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!

A man--be the heavens ever praised!--is sufficient for himself.

All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.

It is not a lucky word, this name impossible; no good comes of those who have it so often in their mouths.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!

Rest is for the dead.