The horseman serves the horse, The neat-herd serves the neat, The merchant serves the purse, The eater serves his meat; 'Tis the day of the chattel, Web to weave, and corn to grind, Things are in the saddle, And ride mankind.

Art is a jealous mistress; and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Nature is what you may do. There is much you may not do.

Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of Nature re-forms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.

In the country, without any interference from the law, the agricultural life favors the permanence of families.

It is curious that Christianity, which is idealism, is sturdily defended by the brokers, and steadily attacked by the idealists.