Poetry: The Best Words In The Best

Taste Is The Intermediate Faculty Which Connects The Active With The Passive Powers Of Our Nature, The Intellect With The Senses; And Its Appointed Function Is To Elevate The Images Of The Latter, While It Realizes The Ideas Of The Former.

Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

Genius Of The Highest Kind Implies An Unusual Intensity Of The Modifying Power.

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. We Shall Only Differ In Degree And Not In Kind,--just As The Elephant Differs From The Slug. But By The Concession Of The Materialists Of All The Schools, Or Almost All, We Are Not Of The Same Kind As Beasts, And This Also We Say From Our Own Consciousness. Therefore, Methinks, It Must Be The Possession Of The Soul Within Us That Makes The Difference.

I Have Often Been Surprised That Mathematics, The Quintessence Of Truth, Should Have Found Admirers So Few And So Languid. Frequent Consideration And Minute Scrutiny Have At Length Unravelled The Cause: Viz . That Though Reason Is Feasted, Imagination Is Starved; Whilst Reason Is Luxuriating In Its Proper Paradise, Imagination Is Wearily Travelling On A Dreary Desert.