The community has no bribe that will tempt a wise man.

The fishermen say that the "thundering of the pond" scares the fishes and prevents their biting.

The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?

My desire for knowledge is intermittent; but my desire to commune with the spirit of the universe, to be intoxicated with the fumes, call it, of that divine nectar, to bear my head through atmospheres and over heights unknown to my feet, is perennial and constant.

The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.

I have found it a singular luxury to talk across the pond to a companion on the opposite side.

Since you are my readers, and I have not been much of a traveler, I will not talk about people a thousand miles off, but come as near home as I can. As the time is short, I will leave out all the flattery, and retain all the criticism.