I am too easily contented with a slight and almost animal happiness. My happiness is a good deal like that of the woodchucks.

In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain-I find no sea room-but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore.

There is always room and occasion enough for a true book on any subject; as there is room for more light the brightest day and more rays will not interfere with the first.

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.

As we looked up in silence to those distant lights, we were reminded that it was a rare imagination which first taught that the stars are worlds, and had conferred a great benefit on mankind.

I have made a short excursion into the new world which the Indian dwells in, or is. He begins where we leave off.

Homer and Shakespeare and Milton and Marvell and Wordsworth are but the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs in the forest, and there is not yet the sound of any bird. The Muse has never lifted up her voice to sing.