There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep.

The influence of fine scenery, the presence of mountains, appeases our irritations and elevates our friendships.

Body cannot teach wisdom; God only.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.

To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.

Let us not be too much acquainted. I would have a man enter his house through a hall filled with heroic and sacred sculptures, that he might not want the hint of tranquillity and self-poise.