All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

Now understand me well. It is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.