Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
New England is quite as large a lump of earth as my heart can really take in.
To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden.... It is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart.