There have been some nations who could do nothing but construct tombs, and these are the only traces which they have left. They are the heathen.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

Do not read the newspapers.

As yesterday and the historical ages are past, as the work of today is present, so some flitting perspectives and demi-experiencesof the life that is in nature are in time veritably future, or rather outside of time, perennial, young, divine, in the wind and rain which never die.

We seem to think that the earth must go through the ordeal of sheep-pasturage before it is habitable by man.

However mean your life is, meet it and live it.

Nature has from the first expanded the minute blossoms of the forest only toward the heavens, above men's heads and unobserved bythem. We see only the flowers that are under our feet in the meadows.