The sunset is original every evening, though for thousands of years it has
built out of the same light and vapor its visionary cities with domes and pinnacles,
and its delectable mountains, which night shall utterly abase and
destroy.
—J. R. Lowell.
Nevertheless, I feel most sensibly the infinite distance between Life and
Reasoning.
—Schiller.
Philosophy must first be seized as feeling, else is it empty straw which men
are threshing.
—Bettine Von Arnim.
It is this formless idea of something at hand that keeps men and women
striving to tear from the bosom of the world the secret of their own hopes.
—
Ibid.
The dust of many strange desires
Lies deep between us.
—A. C. Swinburne.
Naturalists more frequently get their knowledge by separation and division
than by union and combination—more through death than life.
—Goethe.
Mind cannot create—it can only perceive.
—Leigh Hunt.
The only two books of paramount authority with me are the Book of Nature,
and the heart of its reader.
—Leigh Hunt.
