None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new!

If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry

And rural nature is full of the same quickening spirit-it is, in fact, the exhaustless mine from which the poet and the painter have brought such wondrous treasures-an unfailing fountain of intellectual enjoyment, where all may drink, and be awakened to a deeper feeling of the works of genius, and a keener perception of the beauty of our existence. For those whose days are all consumed in the low pursuits of avarice, or the gaudy frivolities of fashion, unobservant of nature's loveliness, are unconscious of the harmony of creation

Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.