Man needs to know but little more than a lobster in order to catch him in his traps.

Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.

The traveler must be born again on the road, and earn a passport from the elements.

Is it the lumberman, then, who is the friend and lover of the pine, stands nearest to it, and understands its nature best? Is it the tanner who has barked it, or he who has boxed it for turpentine, whom posterity will fable to have been changed into a pine at last? No! no! it is the poet: he it is who makes the truest use of the pine-who does not fondle it with an axe, nor tickle it with a saw, nor stroke it with a plane. . . .

Can we not do without the society of our gossip a little while, - have our own thoughts to cheer us?

Goodness is the only investment that never fails.

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.