Time cannot bend the line which God has writ.

Nature is full of genius, full of divinity.

To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating.

We live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think we thus lose some respect for one another.

Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.

The sort of morality which the priests inculcate is a very subtle policy, far finer than the politicians', and the world is very successfully ruled by them as the policemen.

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.