There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.

The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning.

If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect.

Consider what you have in the smallest chosen library. A company of the wisest and wittiest men that could be picked out of all civil countries, in a thousand years, have set in best order the results of their learning and wisdom.

An orchard, good tillage, good grounds, seem a fixture, like a gold mine, or a river, to a citizen; but to a large farmer, not much more fixed than the state of the crop.

To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul.

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.