That there should one man die ignorant who had capacity for knowledge, this I call a tragedy.

There is a majesty and mystery in nature, take her as you will. The essence of poetry comes breathing to a mind that feels from every province of her empire.

The block of granite which was an obstacle in the pathway of the weak, became a stepping-stone in the pathway of the strong.

A heavenly awe overshadowed and encompassed, as it still ought, and must, all earthly business whatsoever.

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.

Action hangs, as it were, dissolved in speech, in thoughts whereof speech is the shadow; and precipitates itself therefrom. The kind of speech in a man betokens the kind of action you will get from him.

The king is the man who can.