Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

When science is learned in love, and its powers are wielded by love, they will appear the supplements and continuations of the material creation.

There is always room for a man of force and he makes room for many. Society is a troop of thinkers and the best heads among them take the best places.

The merit of those who fill a space in the world's history, who are borne forward, as it were, by the weight of thousands whom they lead, shed a perfume less sweet than do the sacrifices of private virtue.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

God screens us evermore from premature ideas.

We are as much informed of a writer's genius by what he selects as by what he originates.