I have known some grim bells, with not a single joyous note in the whole peal, so forced to hurry for a human festival, with their harshness made light of, as though the Bishop of Hereford had again been forced to dance in his boots by a merry highwayman.

It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

Tender, too, is the silence of human feet. You have but to pass a season amongst the barefooted to find that man, who, shod, makes so much ado, is naturally as silent as snow.

Solitude is separate experience.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.