We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

Our health is our sound relation to external objects; our sympathy with external being.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

In the history of the individual is always an account of his condition, and he knows himself to be a party to his present estate.

What is originality? It is being one's self, and reporting accurately what we see and are.