God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear this morning brings The outrage of the poor.

For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?

Our condition as men is risky and ticklish enough. One can not be sure of himself and his fortune an hour, but he may be whisked off into some pitiable or ridiculous plight.

The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

Wisdom is infused into every form.

The greatest delight the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me and I to them.

Shakespeare will never be made by the study of Shakespeare.