To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same fields, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.

We love it because it is self dependent, self derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.

Culture opens the sense of beauty.

Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.

Public opinion, I am sorry to say, will bear a great deal of nonsense. There is scarcely any absurdity so gross, whether in religion, politics, science or manners, which it will not bear.

If a man carefully examine his thoughts he will be surprised to find how much he lives in the future. His well-being is always ahead. Such a creature is probably immortal.

In the right hands, literature is not resorted to as a consolation, and by the broken and decayed, but as a decalogue.