Wouldst Thou Shut Up The Avenues Of

A Man Must Ride Alternately On The Horses Of His Private And His Public Nature.

Whenever A Mind Is Simple And Receives An Old Wisdom, Old Things Pass Away,--means, Teachers, Texts, Temples Fall; It Lives Now, And Absorbs Past And Future Into Present Hour. All Things Are Made Sacred By Relation To It,--one As Much As Another.

The Highest Praise We Can Attribute To Any Writer, Painter, Sculptor, Builder, Is, That He Actually Possessed The Thought Or Feeling With Which He Has Inspired Us.

We Live Ruins Amid Ruins.

The Poisons Are Our Principal Medicines, Which Kill The Disease And Save The Life.