The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South