I lived in Judea eighteen hundred years ago, but I never knew that there was such a one as Christ among my contemporaries.

It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such.

My profession is to always find God in nature.

Why look in the dark for light?

The man who thrusts his manners upon me does as if he were to insist on introducing me to his cabinet of curiosities, when I wished to see himself.

The knowledge of an unlearned man is living and luxuriant like a forest, but covered with mosses and lichens and for the most part inaccessible and going to waste; the knowledge of the man of science is like timber collected in yards for public works, which still supports a green sprout here and there, but even this is liable to dry rot.

Our actual Friends are but distant relations of those to whom we are pledged.