To doubt has more of faith ... than that blank negation of all such thoughts and feelings which is the lot of the herd of church-and-meeting trotters.

So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.

Summer has set in with its usual severity.

It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.

When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad.

How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

A people are free in proportion as they form their own opinions.