Fear God, and where you go men shall think they walk in hallowed cathedrals.

The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

The visible heavens and earth sympathize with Jesus.

A man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams.

Let none presume to measure the irregularities of Michael Angelo or Socrates by village scales.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.