The end of man is action.

The sincere alone can recognize sincerity.

By nature man hates change; seldom will he quit his old home till it has actually fallen around his ears.

Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope, he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope.

We have our little theory on all human and divine things. Poetry, the workings of genius itself, which, in all times, with one or another meaning, has been called Inspiration, and held to be mysterious and inscrutable, is no longer without its scientific exposition. The building of the lofty rhyme is like any other masonry or bricklaying: we have theories of its rise, height, decline and fall -- which latter, it would seem, is now near, among all people.

Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.

O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this for a truth: the thing thou seekest is already here, "here or nowhere," couldst thou only see.