I see my trees repair their boughs.

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.

Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass.

Men grind and grind in the mill of a truism, and nothing comes out but what was put in. But the moment they desert the tradition for a spontaneous thought, then poetry, wit, hope, virtue, learning, anecdote, and all flock to their aid.

There are not in the world at any one time more than a dozen persons who read and understand Plato:-never enough to pay for an edition of his works; yet to every generation these come duly down, for the sake of those few persons, as if God brought them written in his hand.

A fact is the end or last issue of spirit. The visible creation is the terminus or the circumference of the invisible world.

Beauty brings its own fancy price, for all that a man hath will he give for his love.