If there is nothing new on the earth, still the traveler always has a resource in the skies. They are constantly turning a new page to view. The wind sets the types on this blue ground, and the inquiring may always read a new truth there.

We should never stand upon ceremony with sincerity. We should never cheat and insult and banish one another by our meanness, if there were present the kernel of worth and friendliness. We should not meet thus in haste.

Be wary of technology; it is often merely an improved means to an unimproved end.

Where there is a lull in truth an institution springs up.

We communicate like the burrows of foxes, in silence and darkness, under ground. We are undermined by faith and love.

I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.

Man is an animal who more than any other can adapt himself to all climates and circumstances.