It was a pleasure and a privilege to walk with him [H.D. Thoreau]. He knew the country like a fox or a bird, and passed through it as freely by paths of his own.

The goof man, in dealing with his people, taxes them with luxury.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.

Preaching is the expression of moral sentiments applied to the duties of life.

The statue is then beautiful when it begins to be incomprehensible, when it is passing out of criticism, and can no longer be defined by compass and measuring-wand, but demands an active imagination to go with it, and to say what it is in the act of doing.

Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.