Its genius isillustrated by the entire series of days.
Concerning it, Landor inquires "whether it is not to be referred to some purer state of sensation and existence." In like manner, personal beauty is then first charming and itself, when it dissatisfies us with any end; when it becomes a story without an end; when it suggests gleams and visions, and not earthly satisfactions; when it makes the beholder feel his unworthiness; when he cannot feel his right to it, though he were Caesar; he cannot feel more right to it than to the firmament and the splendors of a sunset.
Man is explicable bynothing less than all his history.
The poet, the orator, bred in the woods, whose senses have beennourished by their fair and appeasing changes, year after year, withoutdesign and without heed, -- shall not lose their lesson altogether, inthe roar of cities or the broil of politics.
A little heat, that is,a little motion, is all that differences the bald, dazzling white, anddeadly cold poles of the earth from the prolific tropical climates.
A man is the wholeencyclopaedia of facts.
And the knowledge thatwe traverse the whole scale of being, from the centre to the poles of nature,and have some stake in every possibility, lends that sublime lustre todeath, which philosophy and religion have too outwardly and literally strivento express in the popular doctrine of the immortality of the soul.
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They say thatby electro-magnetism, your sallad shall be grown from the seed, whilstyour fowl is roasting for dinner: it is a symbol of our modern aims andendeavors,---of our condensation and acceleration of objects: but nothingis gained: nature cannot be cheated: man's life is but seventy salladslong, grow they swift or grow they slow.
It writes biographies, histories, and criticism.
Proportionedto the importance of the organ to be formed, is the extreme care with whichits tuition is provided, -- a care pretermitted in no single case.
Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe?
Space, time, society, labor, climate, food,locomotion, the animals, the mechanical forces, give us sincerest lessons,day by day, whose meaning is unlimited.
There is more wool and flax in the fields.
A new interest surprises us, whilst, underthe view now suggested, we contemplate the fearful extent and multitudeof objects; since "every object rightly seen, unlocks a new faculty ofthe soul." That which was unconscious truth, becomes, when interpretedand defined in an object, a part of the domain of knowledge, -- a new weaponin the magazine of power.
There are new lands,new men, new thoughts.
Whattedious training, day after day, year after year, never ending, to formthe common sense; what continual reproduction of annoyances, inconveniences,dilemmas; what rejoicing over us of little men; what disputing of prices,what reckonings of interest, -- and all to form the Hand of the mind; --to instruct us that "good thoughts are no better than good dreams, unlessthey be executed!"The same good office is performed by Propertyand its filial systems of debt and credit.