The mystical bond of brotherhood makes all men brothers.

There are female dandies as well as clothes-wearing men; and the former are as objectionable as the latter.

Every poet, be his outward lot what it may, finds himself born in the midst of prose; h e has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads.

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.

My books are friends that never fail me.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.