The effect of the indulgence of human affection is a certain cordial exhilaration.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

The best conversation is rare. Society seems to have agreed to treat fictions as realities, and realities as fictions; and the simple lover of truth, especially if on very high grounds, as a religious or intellectual seeker, finds himself a stranger and alien.

Among provocatives, the next best thing to good preaching is bad preaching. I have even more thoughts during or enduring it than at other times.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

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

Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.