Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me.
The dull pray; the geniuses are light mockers.
You think me the child of my circumstances: I make my circumstance.
What's a book? Everything or nothing. The eye that sees it all.