Nor has science sufficient humanity, so long as the naturalist overlooks the wonderful congruity which subsists between man and the world; of which he is lord, not because he is the most subtile inhabitant, but because he is its head and heart, and finds something of himself in every great and small thing, in every mountain stratum, in every new law of color, fact of astronomy, or atmospheric influence which observation or analysis lay open.

It is not what talents or genius a man has, but how he is to his talents, that constitutes friendship and character. The man thatstands by himself, the universe stands by him also.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

But it is a cold, lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy something, which does not represent your life and talent, but a goldsmith's.

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this great society wide lying around us, a critical analysis would find very few spontaneous actions. It is almost all custom and gross sense.

The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship