New York has her wilderness within her own borders; and though the sailors of Europe are familiar with the soundings of her Hudson, and Fulton long since invented the steamboat on its waters, an Indian is still necessary to guide her scientific men to its headwaters in the Adirondack country.

Nature has left nothing to the mercy of man.

A minority is powerless while it conforms to the majority.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

...how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!

The man who does not betake himself at once and desperately to sawing is called a loafer, though he may be knocking at the doors of heaven all the while.

Where there is a lull in truth an institution springs up.