Converse with a mind that is grandly simple, and literature looks like word-catching. The simplest utterances are worthiest to bewritten, yet are they so cheap, and so things of course, that, in the infinite riches of the soul, it is like gathering a few pebbles off the ground, or bottling a little air in a phial, when the whole earth and the whole atmosphere are ours.

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not.

As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone.

Wise men are not wise at all times.

No man has ever had a point of pride that was not injurious to him.