The imaginative power always purifies, the want of it therefore essentially defiles. Ruskin.
The imbecility of men is always inviting the impudence of power. Emerson.
The importunities and perplexities of business 25 are softness and luxury, compared with the incessant cravings of vacancy, and the unsatisfactory expedients of idleness. Johnson.
The impressions of our childhood abide with us, even in their minutest traces. Goethe.
The indignation which makes verses is, properly speaking, an inverted love; the love of some right, some worth, some goodness, belonging to ourselves or others, which has been injured, and which this tempestuous feeling issues forth to defend and revenge. Carlyle.
The individual and the race are always moving, and as we drift into new latitudes new lights open in the heaven more immediately over us. Chapin.
The individual loves and hatreds, which sum up existence and life, are the brood of Eros; for hatred is only love in some form, crossed and thwarted, and always in nature so much hostility, so much affection of some kind is there. Ed.
The individual soul should seek for an intimate 30 union with the soul of the universe. Novalis.
The infant / Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. / And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, / And shining morning face, creeping like snail / Unwillingly to school. As You Like It, ii. 7.
The infinite is more sure than any other fact. The infinite of terror, of hope, of pity; did it not at any moment disclose itself to thee, indubitable, unnameable? Came it never, like the gleam of preternatural eternal oceans, like the voice of old eternities, far-sounding through thy heart of hearts? Carlyle.