The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.

The earth has music for those who listen.

The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.

Wisdom comes by disillusionment.

People are usually more firmly convinced that their opinions are precious than that they are true.

Manhood and sagacity ripen of themselves; it suffices not to repress or distort them.

The muffled syllables that Nature speaks Fill us with deeper longing for her word; She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks, She makes a sweeter music than is heard.