Calmness is always Godlike.
In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes...
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance that imitation is suicide that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion.
We change whether we like it or not.
America is a country of young men.
Nature magically suits a man to his fortunes by making them the fruit of his character.
Never read a book that is not a year old.
The youth, intoxicated with his admiration of a hero, fails to see, that it is only a projection of his own soul, which he admires.
New York is a sucked orange.
Flowers and fruits are always fit presents; flowers, because they are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. These gay natures contrast with the somewhat ster...
To laugh often and much,to win the respect of the intelligent peopleand the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest criticsand endure the betrayal of false friends;to appreciate beau...
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beau...
Bare lists of words are found suggestive to an imaginative and excited mind.
Scatter joy!
All things are engaged in writing their history...Not a foot steps into the snow, or along the ground, but prints in characters more or less lasting, a map of its march. The ground is all memoranda an...
All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the principal event in chronology.
Make the most of yourself....for that is all there is of you.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?