It is the characteristic of great poems that they will yield of their sense in due proportion to the hasty and the deliberate reader. To the practical they will be common sense, and to the wise wisdom; as either the traveler may wet his lips, or an army may fill its water-casks at a full stream.

I have much to learn of the Indian, nothing of the missionary.

How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and darkness did not come to restore the drooping world. As the shades begin to gather around us, our primeval instincts are aroused, and we steal forth from our lairs, like the inhabitants of the jungle, in search of those silent and brooding thoughts which are the natural prey of the intellect.

Only he is successful in his business who makes that pursuit which affords him the highest pleasure sustain him.

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness.

The most attractive sentences are not perhaps the wisest, but the surest and soundest.

The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!