You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.

It is the marriage of the soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination

We are more anxious to speak than to be heard.

The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear theatmosphere of smoke.

The ways in which most men get their living, that is, live, are mere makeshifts, and a shirking of the real business of life,--chiefly because they do not know, but partly because they do not mean, any better.

Letter-writing too often degenerates into a communicating of facts, and not of truths; of other men's deeds and not our thoughts.What are the convulsions of a planet, compared with the emotions of the soul? or the rising of a thousand suns, if that is not enlightened by a ray?

It is after we get home that we really go over the mountain, if ever.