If you will not try, you will go to your grave with your song still inside you.

The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what was worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood; the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.

As we looked up in silence to those distant lights, we were reminded that it was a rare imagination which first taught that the stars are worlds, and had conferred a great benefit on mankind.

I stand in awe of my body.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.

While some men believe in the infinite, some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.

In the planting of the seeds of most trees, the best gardeners do no more than follow Nature, though they may not know it.