Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.

Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.

I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.

The science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.

As is the inventor of murder, and the father of art, Cain must have been a man of first-rate genius.

Flowers that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children - honored as the jewelry of God.

Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh, just, subtle, and mighty opium!