The poetical impression of any object is that uneasy, exquisite sense of beauty or power that cannot be contained within itself; that is impatient of all limit; that (as flame bends to flame) strives to link itself to some other image of kindred beauty or grandeur; to enshrine itself, as it were, in the highest forms of fancy, and to relieve the aching sense of pleasure by expressing it in the boldest manner.
Lest he should wander irretrievably from the right path, he stands still.
Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.
The thing is plain. All that men really understand, is confined to a very small compass; to their daily affairs and experience; to what they have an opportunity to know, and motives to study or practice. The rest is affectation and imposture.
There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.
If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago.
Every man, in his own opinion, forms an exception to the ordinary rules of morality.
I like a friend the better for having faults that one can talk about.
To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love, are the two greatest proofs, not only of goodness of heart, but of strength of mind.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
A scholar is like a book written in a dead language. It is not every one that can read in it.
I would like to spend my whole life traveling, if I could borrow another life to spend at home.
The confession of our failings is a thankless office. It savors less of sincerity or modesty than of ostentation. It seems as if we thought our weaknesses as good as other people's virtues.
The worst old age is that of the mind.
Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.