The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop with some past utterance of genius. . . . They look backward and not forward. But genius looks forward: the eyes of man are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates. Whatever talents may be, if the man create not, the pure efflux of the Deity is not his; - cinders and smoke there may be, but not yet flame.
Consider what you have in the smallest well-chosen library-a company of the wisest and wittiest men which can be plucked out of all civilized countries in a thousand years. The men themselves were then hidden and inaccessible. They were solitary, impatient of interruption, and fenced by etiquette. But now they are immortal, and the thought they did not reveal, even to their bosom friends, is here written out in transparent words of light to us, who are strangers of another age.
The life of man is a self-evolving circle.
Life is a search after power.
He walks abreast with his days and feels no shame in not 'studying a profession', for he does not postpone his life, but lives already. He has not one chance, but a hundred chances.
Life is too short to waste . . . 'Twill soon be dark; Up! mind thine own aim, and God speed the mark!
We estimate the wisdom of nations by seeing what they did with their surplus capital.
We walk alone in the world. Friends, such as we desire, are dreams and fables.
Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful. It is God's handwriting a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower.
The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.
The interminable forests should become graceful parks, for use and delight.
Nothing can bring you happiness but yourself especially how you choose to think about your situation.
The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.
If in the least particular, one could derange the order of nature, who would accept the gift of life?
Spartans, stoics, heroes, saints and gods use short and positive speech.
Who can . . . guess how much industry and providence and affection we have caught from the pantomime of brutes?
Truth is too simple for us: we do not like those who unmask our illusions.
There are men whose manners have the same essential splendor as the simple and awful sculpture on the friezes of the Parthenon, and the remains of the earliest Greek art.
One of our statesmen said, "The curse of this country is eloquent men."
What school, college, or lecture bring men depends on what men bring to carry it home in.
The key to the age may be this, or that, or the other, as the young orators describe; the key to all ages is - Imbecility; imbecility in the vast majority of men, at all times, and, even in heroes, in all but certain eminent moments; victims of gravity
The arts and inventions of each period are only its costume, and do not invigorate men.
Out of Plato come all things that are still written and debated about among men of thought.
Men are lenses through which we read our own minds.
Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.
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