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- It is by little things that we know ourselves... love and hate
have no more individuality in them than single waves in the ocean. ..
Have you not a small store of recollections, .. if Death should cheat
you out of them, you would not know yourself in eternity?
- We never fall in love with (one) in distinction from (others), until we can get an image of her though a pin-hole; and then we can see nothing else, and nobody but ourselves can see the image in our mental camera-obscura.
- Why should we be more shy of repeating ourselves than the spring be tired of blossoms or the night of stars? The Amen! of Nature is always a flower.
- It is pleasant to be foolish at the right time.
- There are inscriptions on our hearts, which, like that on Dighton Rock, are never to be seen except at dead-low tide.
- Beware of making your moral staple consist of the negative virtues. ... Making a business of (abstention) leads to emaciation of character.
- I don't know anything sweeter than this leaking in of Nature through all the cracks in the walls and floors of cities.
- A scene or incident in undress often affects us more than on in full costume.
Anybody who went into raptures at the sight of a great elm in Rhode Island must be counted as a rum one, and I'm glad the school-mistress consented to taking the long path with him.
