I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all.

Everything in our world, even a drop of dew, is a microcosm of the universe.

Genius seems to consist merely in trueness of sight, in using such words as show that the man was an eye-witness, and not a repeater of what was told.

The gates of thought, - how slow and late they discover themselves! Yet when they appear, we see that they were always there, always open.

Deep insight will always, like Nature, ultimate its thought in a thing.

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

Whatever events in progress shall disgust men with cities, and infuse into them the passion for country life, and country pleasures, will render a service to the whole face of this continent, and will further the most poetic of all the occupations of real life, the bringing out by art the native but hidden graces of the landscape.