Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.
For I have known them all already, know them all -- have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections.
Here undoubtedly lies the chief poetic energy: --in the force of imagination that pierces or exalts the solid fact, instead of floating among cloud-pictures.
And I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
My own experience and development deepen everyday my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.