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?

Could slavery suggest a more complete servility than some of these journals exhibit? Is there any dust which their conduct does not lick, and make fouler still with its slime?

I am very little of a traveler.

Front yards are not made to walk in, but, at most, through, and you could go in the back way.

If the laborer gets no more than the wages which his employer pays him, he is cheated, he cheats himself.

What is chastity? How shall a man know if he is chaste? He shall not know it. We have heard of this virtue, but we know not what it is.

We never exchange more than three words with a Friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise.