If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined...

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained.

It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it.

The news we hear, for the most part, is not news to our genius. It is the stalest repetition.

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.

It is the greatest of all advantages to enjoy no advantage at all.

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.