It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose.

The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.

But why should not the New Englander try new adventures - not lay so much stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop, and his orchards - and raise other crops than these? Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

Resign yourself to the influence of the earth.

Biography, too, is liable to the same objection; it should be autobiography. Let us not, as the Germans advise, endeavor to go abroad and vex our bowels that we may be somebody else to explain him. If I am not I, who will be?

We have heard much about the poetry of mathematics, but very little of it has yet been sung. The ancients had a juster notion of their poetic value than we.