The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

It requires nothing less than a chivalric feeling to sustain a conversation with a lady.

For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it (life), whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to 'glorify God and enjoy him forever.'

A cold and searching wind drives away all contagion, and nothing can withstand it but what has a virtue in it, and accordingly, whatever we meet with in cold and bleak places, as the tops of mountains, we respect for a sort of sturdy innocence, a Puritan toughness. All things beside seem to be called in for shelter, and what stays out must be part of the original frame of the universe, and of such valor as God himself.

We soon get through with nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy.

We cannot see anything until we are possessed with the idea of it, take it into our heads,--and then we can hardly see anything else.