As our domestic fowls are said to have their original in the wild pheasant of India, so our domestic thoughts have their prototypes in the thoughts of her philosophers.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

Most, it would seem to me, do not care for nature and would sell their share.

You must ascend a mountain to learn your relation to matter, and so to your own body, for it is at home there, though you are not.

To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust.

I now first began to inhabit my house, I may say, when I began to use it for warmth as well as shelter.

Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green.