We need the tonic of wildness.
To the virtuous man, the universe is the only sanctum sanctorum, and the penetralia of the temple are the broad noon of his existence.
New earths, new themes expect us.
All the events which make the annals of the nations are but the shadows of our private experiences.
I have no time to be in a hurry.
The man who does not betake himself at once and desperately to sawing is called a loafer, though he may be knocking at the doors of heaven all the while.