What are your Axioms, and Categories, and Systems, and Aphorisms? Words, words.... Be not the slave of Words.

The whole past is the procession of the present.

In the true Literary Man there is thus ever, acknowledged or not by the world, a sacredness: he is the light of the world; the world's Priest; -- guiding it, like a sacred Pillar of Fire, in its dark pilgrimage through the waste of Time.

The eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing."

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.

To the wisest man, wide as is his vision. Nature remains of quite infinite depth, of quite infinite expansion and all experience thereof limits itself to some few computed centuries and measured square miles.

Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are.