There are various, nay, incredible faiths; why should we be alarmed at any of them? What man believes, God believes. - Henry David Thoreau

How ever unexpected are these later flowers! You thought that Nature had about wound up her affairs. You had seen what she could do this year, and had not noticed a few weeds by the roadside, or mistook them for the remains of summer flowers now hastening to their fall; you thought you knew every twig and leaf by the roadside, and nothing more was to be looked for there; and now, to your surprise, these ditches are crowded with millions of little stars.

The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?

How few are aware that in winter, when the earth is covered with snow and ice,... the sunset is double. The winter is coming when I shall walk the sky.