Nature hates calculators.

All life is a nap. The more naps you take the better.

Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.

Wild liberty breeds iron conscience; natures with great impulses have great resources, and return from far.

Wise men put their trust in ideas and not in circumstances.

Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.

Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective store?