Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
Truly, our greatest blessings are very cheap.
I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.
Every sentence is the result of a long probation.
Each humblest plant, or weed, as we call it, stands there to express some thought or mood of ours; and yet how long it stands in vain!... Beauty and true wealth are always thus cheap and despised.