Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

Accuracy is essential to beauty.

A true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the center of things.

The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

The soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.

Let us interrogate the great apparition, that shines so peacefully around us.