That We Understand Something Perfectly, That We

Passions Are Defects Or Virtues In The Highest Power.

It Seems To Me That Every Phenomenon, Every Fact, Itself Is The Really Interesting Object. Whoever Explains It, Or Connects It With Other Events, Usually Only Amuses Himself Or Makes Sport Of Us, As, For Instance, The Naturalist Or Historian. But A Single Action Or Event Is Interesting, Not Because It Is Explainable, But Because It Is True.

Generally Speaking, An Author's Style Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind. If You Would Write A Lucid Style, Let There First Be Light In Your Own Mind; And If You Would Write A Grand Style, You Ought To Have A Grand Character.

Passions Are Vices Or Virtues To Their Highest Powers.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.