Grow angry slowly - there's plenty of time.

The shows of the day, the dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water, andthe like, if too eagerly hunted, become shows merely, and mock us with their unreality.

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

I should as soon think of swimming across Charles River, when I wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in originals, when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue.

The charm of fine manners is music and sculpture and picture to many who do not pretend to appreciation of these arts.

Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.

The clergyman who lives in the city may have piety, but he must have taste.