Time & Co. are, after all, the only quite honest and trustworthy publishers that we know.

There have been heroes for whom this world seemed expressly prepared, as if creation had at last succeeded; whose daily life was the stuff of which our dreams are made, and whose presence enhanced the beauty and ampleness of Nature herself.

I fear that I have not got much to say about Canada, not having seen much; what I got by going to Canada was a cold.

In an ancient and dead language, any recognition of living nature attracts us. These are such sentences as were written while grass grew and water ran. It is no small recommendation when a book will stand the test of mere unobstructed sunshine and daylight.

Still we live meanly like ants, though the fable tells us we were long ago changed into men.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

The perch swallows the grub-worm, the pickerel swallows the perch, and the fisherman swallows the pickerel; and so all the chinks in the scale of being are filled.