I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

It is with a good book as it is with good company.

Out of love and hatred, out of earnings and borrowings and leadings and losses; out of sickness and pain; out of wooing and worshipping; out of traveling and voting and watching and caring; out of disgrace and contempt, comes our tuition in the serene and beautiful laws.

And of poetry, the success is not attained when it lulls and satisfies, but when it astonishes and fires us with new endeavours after the unattainable.

The Same, the Same: friend and foe are of one stuff; the ploughman, the plough, and the furrow, are of one stuff; and the stuff is such, and so much, that the variations of form are unimportant.