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

This is a common experience in my traveling. I plod along, thinking what a miserable world this is and what miserable fellows we that inhabit it, wondering what it is tempts men to live in it; but anon I leave the towns behind and am lost in some boundless heath, and life becomes gradually more tolerable, if not even glorious.

Art is not tame, and Nature is not wild, in the ordinary sense. A perfect work of man's art would also be wild or natural in a good sense.

We only need to be as true to others as we are to ourselves, that there may be grounds enough for friendship.

An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.

One may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate.

It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.