I am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the pot-luck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar-room.

The health of the eye demands a horizon.

To believe in luck, if it were not a solecism so to use the word believe, is skepticism.

The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men's farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title.

What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail-road car!

As picture teaches the colouring, so sculpture the anatomy of form.

The subject is said to have the property of making dull men eloquent.