A lady with whom I was riding in the forest said to me that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspend their deeds until the wayfarer had passed onward; a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.

The tendencies of the times favor the idea of self-government, and leave the individual, for all code, to the rewards and penalties of his own constitution, which work with more energy than we believe, whilst we depend on artificial restraints.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.

Fear is cruel and mean.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art.

If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

It is about your outlook towards life. You can either regret or rejoice.