True, there are architects so called in this country, and I have heard of one at least possessed with the idea of making architectural ornaments have a core of truth, a necessity, and hence a beauty, as if it were a revelation to him. All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism.

I thought, as I have my living to get, and have not eaten today, that I might go a- fishing. That's the true industry for poets. It is the only trade I have learned.

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

Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.

If there is nothing new on the earth, still the traveler always has a resource in the skies. They are constantly turning a new page to view. The wind sets the types on this blue ground, and the inquiring may always read a new truth there.

The traveler must be born again on the road, and earn a passport from the elements.

We shall be reduced to gnaw the very crust of the earth for nutriment.