Sublime

It sounded like a welcome already overshadowed with the coming farewell.

the spring of her heroine’s errors, and of many of ours. That spring is a philanthropy, and even a generosity, secretly founded on gentility.

All men are ordinary men; the extraordinary men are those who know it.

A man reading the Dickens novel wished that it might never end.

But I do say, to start with, “What can we do for posterity, except deal fairly with our contemporaries?” Unless a man love his wife whom he has seen, how shall he love his child whom he has not seen?

“What Is Essential Is Invisible to the Eye.”

My representation of it must resemble a translation from a rich and powerful language, capable of embodying the thoughts of a splendidly developed people, into the meagre and half-articulate speech of a savage tribe.

"But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart."

Truth is incarnate.