The next time the novelist rings the bell I will not stir though the meeting-house burn down.

I do not know but it is too much to read one newspaper a week. I have tried it recently, and for so long it seems to me that I have not dwelt in my native region. The sun, the clouds, the snow, the trees say not so much to me. You cannot serve two masters.

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

Pity the man who has a character to support - it is worse than a large family - he is silent poor indeed.

I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.

All things in this world must be seen with youthful, hopeful eyes.

Nature is full of genius, full of divinity.