The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

Do we call this the land of the free? What is it to be free from King George the Fourth and continue the slaves of prejudice? What is it to be born free and equal, and not to live? What is the value of any political freedom, but as a means to moral freedom?

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.

The voice of nature is always encouraging.

Not till we are completely lost, or turned round, do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of Nature.

A man of fine perceptions is more truly feminine than a merely sentimental woman.

Let things alone; let them weigh what they will; let them soar or fall.