He who would write heroic poems should make his whole life a heroic poem.

The battle that never ends is the battle of belief against disbelief

O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts!

Philosophy dwells aloft in the Temple of Science, the divinity of its inmost shrine; her dictates descend among men, but she herself descends not : whoso would behold her must climb with long and laborious effort, nay, still linger in the forecourt, till manifold trial have proved him worthy of admission into the interior solemnities.

My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.