Once I went so far as to slaughter a woodchuck which ravaged my bean-field,--effect his transmigration, as a Tartar would say,--and devour him, partly for experiment's sake; but though it afforded me a momentary enjoyment, notwithstanding a musky flavor, I saw that the longest use would not make that a good practice, however it might seem to have your woodchucks ready dressed by the village butcher.

WE begin to die not in our sense or extremities, but in our divine faculties.

Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness.

Nature is full of genius, full of divinity.

Even voting for the right is doing nothing for it. It is only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should prevail. A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority. There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men.

Men cannot conceive of a state of things so fair that it cannot be realized.

How can we expect a harvest of thought who have not had a seedtime of character?