There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it ''the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.'' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of ''Artist.''
Category: Arts And Artists
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all these more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.
A strong argument for the religion of Christ is this -- that offences against Charity are about the only ones which men on their death-beds can be made -- not to understand -- but to feel -- as crime.
Category: Christians And Christianity
If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of human thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own -- the road to immortal renown lies straight, open, and unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is to write and publish a very little book. Its title should be simple -- a few plain words -- ''My Heart Laid Bare.'' But -- this little book must be true to its title.
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
Category: Coward And Cowardice
In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.
Category: Critics And Criticism
Thank Heaven! the crisis --The danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last --, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.
Category: Death And Dying
To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.
All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.
The writer who neglects punctuation, or mispunctuates, is liable to be misunderstood for the want of merely a comma, it often occurs that an axiom appears a paradox, or that a sarcasm is converted into a sermonoid.