How imperceptibly the first springing takes place!

Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.

I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in some respects more natural.

Economy is a subject which admits of being treated with levity, but it cannot so be disposed of.

The dinner even is only the parable of a dinner, commonly.

What wisdom, what warning can prevail against gladness? There is no law so strong that a little gladness may not transgress.

A gun will give you the body, not the bird