Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this.
The virtue in most request is conformity.
For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, - a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.
Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdom which cannot help itself.
He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.
Whence, then, this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.
A man must consider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity.
I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to seserve that you should.
Poverty breeds lack of self-reliance