Time has only a relative existence.

If I had my way, the world would hear a pretty stern command - Exit Christ.

Speech is too often not the art of concealing thought, but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal.

Man, it is not thy works, which are mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest no greater than the least, but only the spirit thou workest in, that can have worth or continuance.

Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.

Freedom is the one purport, wisely aimed at, or unwisely, of all man's struggles, toilings and sufferings, in this earth.

Our works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible precept, Know theyself; till it be translated into this partially possible one, know what thou canst work at.