When I meet a government which says to me, "Your money or your life," why should I be in haste to give it my money?

Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.

The stars are distant and unobtrusive, but bright and enduring as our fairest and most memorable experiences.

As for the complex ways of living, I love them not, however much I practice them. In as many places as possible, I will get my feet down to the earth.

We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue.

There are various, nay, incredible faiths; why should we be alarmed at any of them? What man believes, God believes.

Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.