Reality is a sliding door.

Conservatism makes no poetry, breathes no prayer, has no invention; it is all memory. Reform has no gratitude, no prudence, no husbandry.

This immediate dependence of language upon nature, this conversion of an outward phenomenon into a type of somewhat in human life,never loses its power to affect us. It is this which gives that piquancy to the conversation of a strong-natured farmer or backwoodsman, which all men relish.

The American who has been confined, in his own country, to the sight of buildings designed after foreign models, is surprised on entering York Minster or St. Peter's at Rome, by the feeling that these structures are imitations also,--faint copies of an invisible archetype.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.

The essence of friendship is entireness, a total magnanimity and trust.

As we refine, our checks become finer. If we rise to spiritual culture, the antagonism takes a spiritual form.