I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God's making it in reality.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view

Let the black flower blossom as it may!

'What is the Unpardonable Sin' asked the lime-burner 'It is a sin that grew within my own breast', replied Ethan Brand 'The sin of an intellect that triumphed over the sense of brotherhood with man and reverence for God'.

Let the attempt be made, at whatever risk.

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.