Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.

Poetry implies the whole truth. Philosophy expresses a particle of it.

The journalists think that they cannot say too much in favor of such "improvements" in husbandry; it is a safe theme, like piety;but as for the beauty of one of these "model farms," I would as lief see a patent churn and a man turning it. They are, commonly, places merely where somebody is making money, it may be counterfeiting.

Stuff a cold and starve a cold are but two ways. They are the two practices, both always in full blast. Yet you must take the advice of the one school as if there was no other.

A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him.

Are not all finite beings better pleased with motions relative than absolute?

Woe be to the generation that lets any higher faculty in its midst go unemployed.