If Art Does Not Enlarge Men's Sympathies,

Here Undoubtedly Lies The Chief Poetic Energy: - In The Force Of Imagination That Pierces Or Exalts The Solid Fact, Instead Of Floating Among Cloud-pictures.

We Must Find Our Duties In What Comes To Us, Not In What Might Have Been.

The World Is Full Of Hopeful Analogies And Handsome, Dubious Eggs, Called Possibilities.

These Gems Have Life In Them: Their Colors Speak, Say What Words Fail Of.

The Moment Of Finding A Fellow-creature Is Often As Full Of Mingled Doubt And Exultation, As The Moment Of Finding An Idea.