He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.

I know not that there is anything in nature more soothing to the mind than the contemplation of the moon, sailing, like some planetary bark, amidst a sea of bright azure. The subject is certainly hackneyed; the moon has been sung by poet and poetaster. Is there any marvel that it should be so?

It is a bird-flight of the soul, when the heart declares itself in song. The affections that clothe themselves with wings are passions that have been subdued to virtues.

Our possessions are wholly in our performances. He owns nothing to whom the world owes nothing.

The true law of the race is progress and development. Whenever civilization pauses in the march of conquest, it is overthrown by the barbarian.

He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.

The dread of criticism is the death of genius.