Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

The divine chemistry works in the subsoil.

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.

Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.

Earth has one angel less and heaven one more, since yesterday.

Yesterday I visited the British Museum; an exceedingly tiresome affair. It quite crushes a person to see so much at once; and I wandered from hall to hall with a weary and heavy heart. The present is burdened too much with the past.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.