Quotes About Reflection

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

The greatest delight the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me and I to them.

Sorrow makes us all children again.

Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back.

In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout, and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.

A day is a more magnificent cloth than any muslin, the mechanism that makes it is infinitely cunninger, and you shall not conceal the sleezy, fraudulent, rotten hours you have slipped into the piece, nor fear that any honest thread, or straighter ste.

All the thoughts of a turtle are turtle

Some thoughts always find us young, and keep us so. Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty.

Go cherish your soul; express companions; set your habits to a life of solitude; then will the faculties rise fair and full within.

There is this to be said in favor of drinking, that it takes the drunkard first out of society, then out of the world.

All my hurts my garden spade can heal

A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within.

The only thing grief as taught me is to know how shallow it is.

All the thoughts of a turtle are turtles, and of a rabbit, rabbits.

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend.

I, too late,Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.

'Tis curious that we only believe as deeply as we live.

I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.

The best effort of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.

People disparage knowing and the intellectual life, and urge doing. I am content with knowing, if only I could know.