All men are children, and of one family.

Such is beauty ever,-neither here nor there, now nor then,-neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire.

Give me a Wildness whose glance no civilization can endure.

Why level downward to our dullest perception always, and praise that as common sense? The commonest sense is the sense of men asleep, which they express by snoring.

If I am to be a thoroughfare, I prefer that it be of the mountain brooks, the Parnassian streams, and not the town sewers. There is inspiration, that gossip which comes to the ear of the attentive mind from the courts of heaven. There is the profane and stale revelation of the barroom and the police court. The same ear is fitted to receive both communications. Only the character of the hearer determines to which it shall be open, and to which closed.

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.

How important is a constant intercourse with nature and the contemplation of natural phenomena to the preservation of moral and intellectual health!