Music Causes Us To Think Eloquently.

There Are Many Faculties In Man, Each Of Which Takes Its Turn Of Activity, And That Faculty Which Is Paramount In Any Period And Exerts Itself Through The Strongest Nation, Determines The Civility Of That Age: And Each Age Thinks Its Own The Perfection Of Reason.

The Etymologist Finds The Deadest Word To Have Been Once A Brilliant Picture.

We Say That Every Man Is Entitled To Be Valued By His Best Moment. We Measure Our Friends So. We Know, They Have Intervals Of Folly, Whereof We Take No Heed, But Wait The Reappearings Of The Genius, Which Are Sure And Beautiful.

There Is Properly No History, Only Biography.

A Poem, A Sentence, Causes Us To See Ourselves. I Be, And I See My Being, At The Same Time.