I have a room all to myself; it is nature.

There never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable that there should be.

I foresee the time when the painter will paint that scene, no longer going to Rome for a subject; the poet will sing it; the historian record it; and, with the Landing of the Pilgrims and the Declaration of Independence, it will be the ornament of some future national gallery, when at least the present form of slavery shall be no more here. We shall then be at liberty to weep for Captain Brown. Then, and not till then, we will take our revenge.

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

The oldest, wisest politician grows not more human so, but is merely a gray wharf rat at last.

The prosaic man sees things badly, or with the bodily sense; but the poet sees them clad in beauty, with the spiritual sense.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.