You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.

The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the "means" are increased.

Wherever there is a channel for water, there is a road for the canoe.

Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid of our furniture, our exuviæ; at last to go from this world to another newly furnished, and leave this to be burned?

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is - I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.