When any real progress is made, we unlearned and learn anew what we thought we knew before.

The murmurs of many a famous river on the other side of the globe reach even to us here, as to more distant dwellers on its banks;many a poet's stream, floating the helms and shields of heroes on its bosom.

Heroes are often the most ordinary of men.

Read not the Times, read the Eternities.

We soon get through with Nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy. The merest child which has rambled into a copsewood dreams of a wildness so wild and strange and inexhaustible as Nature can never show him.

Nature is not made after such a fashion as we would have her. We piously exaggerate her wonders, as the scenery around our home.

Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.