The divine bards are the friends of my virtue, of my intellect, of my strength. They admonish me that the gleams which flash across my mind are not mine, but God's; they had the like, and were not disobedient to the heavenly vision

“The crowning fortune of a man is to be born to some pursuit which finds him emp…”

“Does not… the ear of Handel predict the witchcraft of harmonic sound?”

“Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game…”

“I hate this shallow Americanism which hopes to get rich by credit, to get knowl…”