Whenever a mind is simple and receives an old wisdom, old things pass away,--means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now, and absorbs past and future into present hour. All things are made sacred by relation to it,--one as much as another.

All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.

There is, in all great poets, a wisdom of humanity which is superior to any talents they exercise.

Every calamity is a spur and a valuable hint.

Every man believes that he has greater possibilities.

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation - this to to have succeeded.

To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.