The poet is blithe and cheery ever, and as well as nature.

It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.

A simple woman down in Tyngsborough, at whose house I once stopped to get a draught of water, when I said, recognizing the bucket, that I had stopped there nine years before for the same purpose, asked if I was not a traveler, supposing that I had been traveling ever since, and had now come round again.

Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations.

You need not rest your reputation on the dinners you give.

So easy is it, though many housekeepers doubt it, to establish new and better customs in the place of the old.

We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must fight for them.