Some interests have got a footing on the earth which we have not made sufficient allowance for.

I should consider it a greater success to interest one wise and earnest soul, than a million unwise and frivolous.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

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.

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

The sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

How meanly and grossly do we deal with nature!