“I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.”

You see how this House of Commons has begun to verify all the ill prophecies that were made of it – low, vulgar, meddling with everything, assuming universal competency, and flattering every base passion – and sneering at everything noble refined and truly national.

My eyes make pictures when they are shut.

Of no agenor of any religion, or party or profession. The body and substance of his works came out of the unfathomable depths of his own oceanic mind.

Blest hour! It was a luxury–to be!

The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am.

There is one art of which people should be masters – the art of reflection.

Milton has carefully marked in his Satan the intense selfishness, the alcohol of egotism, which would rather reign in hell than serve in heaven.

We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.

How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

Either we have an immortal soul, or we have not. If we have not, we are beasts,–the first and the wisest of beasts, it may be, but still true beasts.

Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood.

The direct tyranny will come on by and by, after it shall have gratified the multitude with the spoil and ruin of the old institutions of the land.

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.

A single thought is that which it is from other thoughts as a wave of the sea takes its form and shape from the waves which precede and follow it.

What comes from the heart goes to the heart

Even to admire otherwise than on the whole and where “I admire” is but a synonyme for “I remember, I liked it very much when I was reading it ,” is too much an effort, would be too disquieting an emotion!

I found I wasn’t asking good enough questions because I assumed I knew something.

We built pyramids before Donald Trump ever knew what architecture was … we taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and them Greek homos ever got around to it.

I knew everything and received everything. But real happiness, is giving.

I kind of knew something was going on, and my older brothers and sisters were singing be-boppish kinds of stuff in the living room.

I didn’t want the book [of memoirs] out, naturally – Larry [Grobel] knew that for 20 years, 15 at least,

It was the worst night of my life. George W. Bush was reelected, and then I knew

I always knew I was a dust. But I never knew I was also a universe.

Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.