Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.