No punishment is so terrible as prosperous guilt.

Most joyful let the Poet be, it is through him that all men see.

Every mind was made for growth, for knowledge, and its nature is sinned against when it is doomed to ignorance.

Perhaps in our presence, the most heroic deed on earth is done in some silent spirit, the loftiest purpose cherished, the most generous sacrifice made, and we do not suspect it. I believe this greatness to be most common among the multitude, whose names are never heard.

My highway is unfeatured air, My consorts are the sleepless stars, And men my giant arms upbear My arms unstained and free from scars.

Natural amiableness is too often seen in company with sloth, with uselessness, with the vanity of fashionable life.

The only freedom worth possessing is that which gives enlargement to a people's energy, intellect, and virtues.