Seeds, there are seeds enough which need only be stirred in with the soil where they lie, by an inspired voice or pen, to bear fruit of a divine flavor.

I was more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment.

As the stars looked to me when I was a shepherd in Assyria, they look to me now as a New-Englander.

It must be confessed that horses at present work too exclusively for men, rarely men for horses; and the brute degenerates in man's society.

When I go out of the house for a walk, uncertain as yet whither I will bend my steps, [I] submit myself to my instinct to decide for me.

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.

Nature is not made after such a fashion as we would have her. We piously exaggerate her wonders, as the scenery around our home.