After you have pumped your brains for thoughts and verses, there is a better poetry hinted in whistling a tune on your walk.

We sometimes meet an original gentleman, who, if manners had not existed, would have invented them.

...as there is no screen or ceiling between our heads and the infinite heavens, so is there no bar or wall in the soul where man, the effect, ceases, and God, the cause, begins. The walls are taken away. We lie open on one side to the deeps of spiritual nature, to the attributes of God. Justice we see and know, Love, Freedom, Power. These natures no man ever got above, but they tower over us, and most in the moment when our interests tempt us to wound them.

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

The proof of a high education is the ability to speak about complex matters as simply as possible.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.

The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.