Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to be arrived at, but let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive, budding patiently under the eye of Apollo, and taking hints from every noble insect that favours us with a visit - sap will be given us for meat and dew for drink.

Health is my expected heaven.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.