All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them.

It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.

In a different time, in a different place, it is always some other side of our common human nature that has been developing itself. The actual truth is the sum of all these.

The man who cannot wonder, who does not habitually wonder (and worship), were he President of innumerable Royal Societies, and carried the whole Mecanique Celeste and Hegel's Philosophy, and the epitome of all Laboratories and Observatories with their results, in his single head, is but a Pair of Spectacles behind which there is no Eye. Let those who have Eyes look through him, then he may be useful.

Over the times thou hast no power. . . . Solely over one man thou hast quite absolute power. Him redeem and make honest.

The actual well seen is ideal.

Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.