Both place and time were changed, and I dwelt nearer to those parts of the universe and to those eras in history which had most attracted me.

Every nail driven should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work.

For things to change, we must change.

I feel as if my life had grown more outward when I can express it.

Some interests have got a footing on the earth which we have not made sufficient allowance for.

The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.

The woodchopper reads the wisdom of the ages recorded on the paper that holds his dinner, then lights his pipe with it. When we ask for a scrap of paper for the most trivial use, it may have the confessions of Augustine or the sonnets of Shakespeare, and we not observe it. The student kindles his fire, the editor packs his trunk, the sportsman loads his gun, the traveler wraps his dinner, the Irishman papers his shanty, the schoolboy peppers the plastering, the belle pins up her hair, with the printed thoughts of men.