He who owns little is little owned.

In a thousand apparently humble ways men busy themselves to make some right take the place of some wrong,--if it is only to make abetter paste blacking,--and they are themselves so much the better morally for it.

In the wilderness is the salvation of the world.

The tavern will compare favorably with the church.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are halfconcealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.... We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams.

Routine is a ground to stand on, a wall to retreat to; we cannot draw on our boots without bracing ourselves against it.