The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
I say no body of men are fit to make Presidents, judges and generals, unless they themselves supply the best specimens of the same; and that supplying one or two such specimens illuminates the whole body for a thousand years.
And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality.