Faith never makes a confession.

Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?

A Friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us.

Decay and disease are often beautiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption.

I would that our farmers when they cut down a forest felt some of that awe which the old Romans did when they came to thin, or letin the light to, a consecrated grove (lucum conlucare), that is, would believe that it is sacred to some god. The Roman made an expiatory offering, and prayed, Whatever god or goddess thou art to whom this grove is sacred, be propitious to me, my family, and children, etc.

Poetry is the mysticism of mankind.

He who cuts down woods beyond a certain limit exterminates birds.