The condition of true naming, on the poet's part, is his resigning himself to the divine aura which breathes through forms, and accompanying that.

Every excess causes a defect; every defect an excess. Every sweet hath its sour; every evil its good.

No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, there can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.

If you would not be known to do anything, never do it.

It is one light which beams out of a thousand stars. It is one soul which animates all men.

Miss Austen's novels … seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world. Never was life so pinched and narrow. The one problem in the mind of the writer … is marriageableness.

Preaching is the expression of the moral sentiment in application to the duties of life.