In excited conversation we have glimpses of the universe, hints of power native to the soul, far-darting lights and shadows of an Andes landscape, such as we can hardly attain in lone meditation. Here are oracles sometimes profusely given, to which the memory goes back in barren hours.

What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail-road car!

Of the Shaker society, it was formerly a sort of proverb in the country, that they always sent the devil to market.

The Greek epigram intimates that the force of love is not shown by the courting of beauty, but where the like desire is inflamed for one who is ill-favored.

Let us interrogate the great apparition, that shines so peacefully around us.

We are the prisoners of ideas.

Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?