Astronomy is a cold, desert science, with all its pompous figures,-depends a little too much on the glass-grinder, too little on the mind. 'T is of no use to show us more planets and systems. We know already what matter is, and more or less of it does not signify.

It is curious that Christianity, which is idealism, is sturdily defended by the brokers, and steadily attacked by the idealists.

When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.

What's a book? Everything or nothing. The eye that sees it all.

I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.

No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.