People never believe in volcanoes until the lava actually overtakes them.

What better comfort have we, or what other Profit in living Than to feed, sobered by the truth of Nature, Awhile upon her beauty, And hand her torch of gladness to the ages Following after?

Emotion is primarily about nothing and much of it remains about nothing to the end.

Nature is like a beautiful woman that may be as delightfully and as truly known at a certain distance as upon a closer view; as to knowing her through and through; that is nonsense in both cases, and might not reward our pains.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Truth is a jewel which should not be painted over; but it may be set to advantage and shown in a good light.

The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.