I feel as if my life had grown more outward when I can express it.

I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath.

Spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it, reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet. He should have gone up garret at once.

First, there is the power of the Wind, constantly exerted over the globe... Here is an almost incalculable power at our disposal, yet how trifling the use we make of it.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

Such is always the pursuit of knowledge. The celestial fruits, the golden apples of the Hesperides, are ever guarded by a hundred-headed dragon which never sleeps, so that it is an Herculean labor to pluck them.

With all your science can you tell me how it is, and when it is, that light comes into the soul?