The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.
Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.