At a certain depth all bosoms communicate, all hearts are one.

The human heart is like heaven; the more angels the more room.

What a glorious new Scandinavia might not Minnesota become! Here the Swede would find again his clear, romantic lakes, the plains of Scane rich in corn, and the valleys of Norrland; here the Norwegian would find his rapid rivers ... The climate, the situation, the character of the scenery agrees with our people better than that of any other American States.

I have not, in general, much belief in the ability of woman as a creative artist. Unwritten lyrics, as [Ralph Waldo] Emerson said once when we conversed on this subject, should be her forte.

A fly is a very light burden; but if it were perpetually to return and settle on one's nose, it might weary us of our very lives.

At a certain depth all bosoms communicate, all hearts are one.

The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.