A little praise goes a great ways.

Man was born to be rich, or to inevitably grow rich, by the use of his faculties: by the union of thought with nature.

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.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

Of all debts, men are least willing to pay their taxes; what a satire this is on government.

If thought makes free, so does the moral sentiment. The mixtures of spiritual chemistry refuse to be analyzed.

The hues of the opal, the light of the diamond, are not to be seen if the eye is too near.