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?

The very austerity of the Brahmans is tempting to the devotional soul, as a more refined and nobler luxury. Wants so easily and gracefully satisfied seem like a more refined pleasure. Their conception of creation is peaceful as a dream.

I do not judge men by anything they can do. Their greatest deed is the impression they make on me.

There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.

A fortified town is like a man cased in the heavy armor of antiquity, with a horse-load of broadswords and small arms slung to him, endeavoring to go about his business.

Indeed, the Englishman's history of New England commences only when it ceases to be New France.

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.