If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

I noticed, as I had done before, that there was a lull among the mosquitoes about midnight, and that they began again in the morning. Nature is thus merciful. But apparently they need rest as well as we.

The startings and arrivals of the cars are now the epochs in the village day.

Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.

The researcher is more memorable than the researched.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.