He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past

In literature it is only the wild that attracts us.

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.

be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else's idea of yourself should be.

I hardly know an intellectual man, even, who is so broad and truly liberal that you can think aloud in his society.

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.

But it is fit that the Past should be dark; though the darkness is not so much a quality of the past as of tradition. It is not adistance of time, but a distance of relation, which makes thus dusky its memorials. What is near to the heart of this generation is fair and bright still. Greece lies outspread fair and sunshiny in floods of light, for there is the sun and daylight in her literature and art. Homer does not allow us to forget that the sun shone,--nor Phidias, nor the Parthenon.