We do not enjoy poetry unless we know it to be poetry.

Morning brings back the heroic ages.

The movements of the eyes express the perpetual and unconscious courtesy of the parties.

Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.

When it was proposed to me to go abroad, rub oft some rust, and better my condition in a worldly sense, I fear lest my life will lose some of its homeliness. If these fields and streams and woods, the phenomena of nature here, and the simple occupations of the inhabitants should cease to interest and inspire me, no culture or wealth would atone for the loss.

My enemies are worms, cool days, and most of all woodchucks.

Is it not possible that an individual may be right and a government wrong? Are laws to be enforced simply because they were made? Or declared by any number of men to be good, if they are NOT good?