What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.

No conquest can ever become permanent which does not show itself beneficial to the conquered as well as to the conquerors.

Speech that leads not to action, still more that hinders it, is a nuisance on the earth.

He that can work is born to be king of something.

Poetry, therefore, we will call Musical Thought.

I do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.