Henry Theodore Tuckerman

A pilgrimage is an admirable remedy for over-fastidiousness and sickly refinement.

Travel gives a character of experience to our knowledge, and brings the figures on the tablet of memory into strong relief.

Our times might not inaptly be designated as the age of traveling. Its records form no insignificant branch of the literature of the day.

A work of art is said to be perfect in proportion as it does not remind the spectator of the process by which it was created.

Let us recognise the beauty and power of true enthusiasm; and whatever we may do to enlighten ourselves and others, guard against checking or chilling a single earnest sentiment.

There are beauties of character which, like the night-blooming cereus, are closed against the glare and turbulence of every-day life, and bloom only in shade and solitude, and beneath the quiet stars.

For Truth makes holy Love's illusive dreams, And their best promise constantly redeems.

There is a strength of quiet endurance as significant of courage as the most daring feats of prowess.

There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an undefinable and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might. It may be that this feeling springs from a sense of unattained …

There is a policy in manner. I have heard one, not inexperienced in the pursuit of fame, give it his earnest support, as being the surest passport to absolute and brilliant success.

Credulity is perhaps a weakness almost inseparable from eminently truthful characters.

Give me the boon of Love! I ask no more for Fame; Far better one unpurchased heart Than Glory's proudest name. Why wake a fever in the blood, Or damp the spirit now,