With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.