As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.

In most books, the I, of first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference.

In our daily intercourse with men, our nobler faculties are dormant and suffered to rust. None will pay us the compliment to expect nobleness from us. Though we have gold to give, they demand only copper.

The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.

I delight to come to my bearings,... not to live in this restless, nervous, bustling, trivial Nineteenth Century, but stand or sitthoughtfully while it goes by.

The kind uncles and aunts of the race are more esteemed than its true spiritual fathers and mothers.

Maturity is when all of your mirrors turn into windows.