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

In my walks, I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

Who knows what beautiful and winged life, whose egg has been buried for ages under many concretic layers of woodenness in the dead dry life of society...may unexpectedly come forth...to enjoy its perfect summer life at last!...Such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn...Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?

How full of the creative genius is the air in which these [snowflakes] are generated! I should hardly admire them more if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. Nature is full of genius. Full of the divinity. So that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

The chimney is to some extent an independent structure, standing on the ground, and rising through the house to the heavens; evenafter the house is burned it still stands sometimes, and its importance and independence are apparent.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.