No mortal is alert enough to be present at the first dawn of spring.

Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.

The words of some men are thrown forcibly against you and adhere like burrs.

It is not enough that we are truthful; we must cherish and carry out high purposes to be truthful about.

A familiar name cannot make a man less strange to me. It may be given to a savage who retains in secret his own wild title earnedin the woods. We have a wild savage in us, and a savage name is perchance somewhere recorded as ours.

I am wont to think that men are not so much the keepers of herds as herds are the keepers of men. The former are so much the freer.

This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it.