The eye is the best of artists.

though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

A painter told me that nobody could draw a tree without in some sort becoming a tree.

If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods.

Right is more beautiful than private affection, and is compatible with universal wisdom.

The flowering of civilization is the finished man, the man of sense, of grace, of accomplishment, of social power--the gentleman.

The need for a rational consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.