There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.

The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.

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.

Our poets have sung of wine, the product of a foreign plant which commonly they never saw, as if our own plants had no juice in them more than the singers.

I have found it a singular luxury to talk across the pond to a companion on the opposite side.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.

Being a teacher is like being in jail; once it's on your record, you can never get rid of it.