Venerable to me is the hard hand,--crooked, coarse,--wherein, notwithstanding, lies a cunning virtue, indispensably royal as of the sceptre of the planet.
Lord Bacon could as easily have created the planets as he could have written Hamlet.
The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.
The thing is not only to avoid error, but to attain immense masses of truth.
Rest is for the dead.
Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.