I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.

People are timid and apologetic; they are no longer upright; they dare not say "I think," "I am," but quote some saint or sage. They are ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day.

It is commonly said by farmers, that a good pear or apple costs no more time or pains to rear, than a poor one; so I would have no work of art, no speech, or action, or thought, or friend, but the best.

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure, that it is profane to seek to interpose helps.

To be great is to be misunderstood.

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.