The knowledge of an unlearned man is living and luxuriant like a forest, but covered with mosses and lichens and for the most part inaccessible and going to waste; the knowledge of the man of science is like timber collected in yards for public works, which still supports a green sprout here and there, but even this is liable to dry rot.

What a glorious time they must have in that wilderness, far from mankind and election day!

It requires a direct dispensation from Heaven to become a walker.

Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow.

It is equally impossible to forget our Friends, and to make them answer to our ideal. When they say farewell, then indeed we beginto keep them company. How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual Friends, that we may go and meet their ideal cousins.

If I am not I, who will be?

Men cannot conceive of a state of things so fair that it cannot be realized.