Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things.

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

We are still in Eden; the wall that shuts us out is our own ignorance and folly.

To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths.

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry

Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.

I never succeed in painting scenes, however beautiful, immediately upon returning from them. I must wait for a time to draw a veil over the common details.

How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new!

Let’s forget the past and keep in mind the future, but enjoy the present moment.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.' Yeah, well, whoever wrote that was a friggin' idiot.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?

The unfortunate need people who will be kind to them; the prosperous need people to be kind to.

Historically, you've had really muddy, unforgiving, unintentional images of black people.

I am fifty-two years of age. I am a bishop in the Anglican Church, and a few people might be constrained to say that I was reasonably responsible. In the land of my birth I cannot vote...

The girls in kindergarten would chase us boys around trying to kiss us. Im proud to say I was the first to stop running.

Shitty nappy whizzing through the air, you don't see that in the brochures.

O America, how you've taken necessities from the masses to give luxuries to the classes.

Bubba was the one person who wouldn’t even bat an eyelash that Nick was talking to an “imaginary” friend. Heck, he’d probably bring one of his own out to play, too. ~Nick