My tongue is prone to lose the way,Not so my pen, for in a letterWe have not better things to say,But surely put them better.

It is in the stomach of plants that development begins, and ends in the circles of the universe. 'Tis a long scale from the gorilla to the gentleman,--from the gorilla to Plato, Newton, Shakespeare,--to the sanctities of religion, the refinements of legislation, the summit of science, art, and poetry. The beginnings are slow and infirm, but it is an always accelerated march.

Nature will not let us fret and fume. She does not like our benevolence or our learning much better than she likes our frauds andwars. When we come out of the caucus, or the bank, or the abolition-convention, or the temperance-meeting, or the transcendental club, into the fields and woods, she says to us, "so hot? my little Sir.

It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.

Men have come to speak of the revelation as somewhat long ago given and done, as if God were dead. The injury to faith throttles the preacher; and the goodliest of institutions becomes an uncertain and inarticulate voice.

I am present at the sowing of the seed of the world. With a geometry of sunbeams, the soul lays the foundations of nature.

The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth.