No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy.

We arc the miracle of miracles, the great inscrutable mystery of God.

Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.

And man's little Life has Duties that are great, that are alone great, and go up to Heaven and down to Hell.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

No person is important enough to make me angry.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.