There comes a time in each man's education in which he comes to the conclusion that envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide, and society in in conspiracy against each one of its members.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.

Law rules throughout existence, a Law which is not intelligent, but Intelligence.

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?

Men of sense esteem wealth to be the assimilation of nature to themselves, the converting of the sap and juices of the planet to the incarnation and nutriment of their design.