The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

This ennui, for which we Saxons had no name,--this word of France, has got a terrific significance. It shortens life, and bereaves the day of its light.

I am become a transparent eyeball.

Men are so charmed with valor that they have pleased themselves with being called lions, leopards, eagles and dragons, from the animals contemporary with us in the geologic formations.

The world is young: the former great men call to us affectionately. We too must write Bibles, to unite again the heavens and the earthly world.

All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.

We are adapted to infinity. We are hard to please, and love nothing which ends: and in nature is no end; but every thing, at the end of one use, is lifted into a superior, and the ascent of these things climbs into daemonic and celestial natures.