Most men, it seems to me, do not care for Nature and would sell their share in all her beauty, as long as they may live, for a stated sum - many for a glass of rum. Thank God, men cannot as yet fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth!

Though the words Canada East on the map stretch over many rivers and lakes and unexplored wildernesses, the actual Canada, which might be the colored portion of the map, is but a little clearing on the banks of the river, which one of those syllables would more than cover.

My profession is to always find God in nature.

I never was so rapid in my virtue but my vice kept up with me.

Poetry cannot breathe in the scholar's atmosphere.

The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.

The startings and arrivals of the cars are now the epochs in the village day.