So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes.

Society is frivolous, and shreds its day into scraps, its conversation into ceremonies and escapes.

We are not free to use today, or to promise tomorrow, because we are already mortgaged to yesterday.

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

It is God in you that responds to God without, or affirms his own words trembling on the lips of another.

Every man is wanted, and no man is wanted much.