Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!

The scholar is not apt to make his most familiar experience come gracefully to the aid of his expression.

I think that every town should have a park, or rather a primitive forest, of five hundred or a thousand acres, either in one body or several, where a stick would never be cut for fuel, not for the navy, not to make wagons, but stand and decay for higher uses - a common possession for instruction and recreation.

Sincerity is a great but rare virtue, and we pardon to it much complaining, and the betrayal of many weaknesses.

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.

As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.

I have made a short excursion into the new world which the Indian dwells in, or is. He begins where we leave off.