We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.

An individual is an encloser. Time and space, liberty and necessity, truth and thought, are left at large no longer.

In youth, we clothe ourselves with rainbows, and go as brave as the zodiac.

No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character.

Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of night, time out of space, and space out of time.

This immediate dependence of language upon nature, this conversion of an outward phenomenon into a type of somewhat in human life,never loses its power to affect us. It is this which gives that piquancy to the conversation of a strong-natured farmer or backwoodsman, which all men relish.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.