There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

In private life I never knew anyone interfere with other people's disputes but he heartily repented of it.

Let a man try faithfully, manfully to be right; he will grow daily more and more right. It is at bottom the condition on which all men have to cultivate themselves.

True friends, like ivy and the wall Both stand together, and together fall.

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.

No amount of ability is of the slightest avail without honor.

What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity; not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.