The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed… (read more)
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under… (read more)
Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.