The nonchalance and dolce-far-niente air of nature and society hint at infinite periods in the progress of mankind.

I do not know where to find in any literature, whether ancient or modern, any adequate account of that Nature with which I am acquainted.

I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man.

A journal is a repository for all those fragmentary ideas and odd scraps of information that might otherwise be lost and which some day might lead to more "harmonious compositions."

Faint heart never won true friend. O my friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my friend I may be yours.

Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid of our furniture, our exuviæ; at last to go from this world to another newly furnished, and leave this to be burned?

Nature is mythical and mystical always, and works with the license and extravagance of genius. She has her luxurious and florid style as well as art.