There is a genius of a nation, which is not to be found in the numerical citizens, but which characterizes the society.

Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life.

Go out of the house to see the moon, and 't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who could ever clutch it? Go forth to find it, and it is gone: 't is only a mirage as you look from the windows of diligence.

Every word was once a poem. Every new relation is a new word.

Can anything be so elegant as to have few wants, and to serve them one's self?

Nothing is great but the inexhaustible wealth of nature.

The secret of poetry is never explained,— is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, and the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, and knows not that they are such. 'T is as easy as breath. 'T is like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, and none knows what it is.