Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.

We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must fight for them.

Nature has many scenes to exhibit, and constantly draws a curtain over this part or that. She is constantly repainting the landscape and all surfaces, dressing up some scene for our entertainment. Lately we had a leafy wilderness; now bare twigs begin to prevail, and soon she will surprise us with a mantle of snow. Some green she thinks so good for our eyes that, like blue, she never banishes it entirely from our eyes, but has created evergreens.

The church is a sort of hospital for men's souls and as full of quackery as the hospital for their bodies.

Alas! the culture of an Irishman is an enterprise to be undertaken with a sort of moral bog hoe.

The most difficult thing to understand during conversation is silence.

One revelation has been made to the Indian, another to the white man.