Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.

The greatest delight the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me and I to them.

If we could have any security against moods! If the profoundest prophet could be holden to his words, and the hearer who is readyto sell all and join the crusade, could have any certificate that to-morrow his prophet shall not unsay his testimony!

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

We do what we must, and call it by the best names.

No hope so bright but is the beginning of its own fulfilment.