Nature, even when she is scant and thin outwardly, satisfies us still by the assurance of a certain generosity at the roots.

He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise.

But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

Lose the world, get lost in it, and find your soul.

The wildest dreams of wild men, even, are not the less true, though they may not recommend themselves to the sense which is most common among Englishmen and Americans to-day. It is not every truth that recommends itself to the common sense. Nature has a place for the wild clematis as well as for the cabbage. Some expressions of truth are reminiscent,--others merely sensible, as the phrase is,--others prophetic.

We are superior to the joy we experience.

But the eyes, though they are no sailors, will never be satisfied with any model, however fashionable, which does not answer all the requisitions of art.