I do not know what right I have to so much happiness, but rather hold it in reserve till the time of my desert.

Give me a Wildness whose glance no civilization can endure.

Have we even so much as discovered and settled the shores? Let a man travel on foot along the coastand tell me if it looks like a discovered and settled country, and not rather, for the most part, like a desolate island, and No-Man's Land.

Our molting season, like that of the fouls, must be a crisis in our lives.

It must be confessed that horses at present work too exclusively for men, rarely men for horses; and the brute degenerates in man's society.

The virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman.

There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.