Neither is a dictionary a bad book to read. There is no can't in it, no excess of explanation, and it is full of suggestion, the raw material of possible poems and histories.

Every person has his or her own vocation-talent is the call.

Each mind has its own method. A true man never acquires after college rules.

I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant.

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

Our moods do not believe in each other. To-day I am full of thoughts, and can write what I please. I see no reason why I should not have the same thought, the same power of expression, to-morrow. What I write, whilst I write it, seems the most natural thing in the world; but yesterday I saw a dreary vacuity in this direction in which now I see so much; and a month hence, I doubt not, I shall wonder who he was that wrote so many continuous pages. Alas for this infirm faith, this will not strenuous, this vast ebb of a vast flow! I am God in nature; I am a weed by the wall.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.