There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.

My life is like a stroll upon the beach.

A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky.

They will wait, well disposed, for others to remedy evil, that they may no longer have have it to regret.

Deep are the foundations of sincerity. Even stone walls have their foundation below the frost.

The wise are not so much wiser than others as respecters of their own wisdom.