I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.

I mean that they (students) should not play life, or study it merely, while the community supports them at this expensive game, but earnestly live it from beginning to end. How could youths better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living? Methinks this would exercise their minds as much as mathematics.

Cold and hunger seem more friendly to my nature than those methods which men have adopted and advise to ward them off.

Friends are made for caring and sharing. Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody.

The higher the mountain on which you stand, the less change in the prospect from year to year, from age to age. Above a certain height there is no change.

Such were garrulous and noisy eras, which no longer yield any sound, but the Grecian or silent and melodious era is ever soundingand resounding in the ears of men.

Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be.