I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.

Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.

We should come home from adventures, and perils, and discoveries every day with new experience and character.

Every people have gods to suit their circumstances.

We communicate like the burrows of foxes, in silence and darkness, under ground. We are undermined by faith and love.

I think it would be worth the while to introduce a school of children to such [an oak grove], that they may get an idea of the primitive oaks before they are all gone, instead of hiring botanists to lecture to them when it is too late.