We love to hear some men speak, though we hear not what they say; the very air they breathe is rich and perfumed, and the sound of their voices falls on the ear like the rustling of leaves or the crackling of the fire. They stand many deep.

All fables, indeed, have their morals; but the innocent enjoy the story.

The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.

One revelation has been made to the Indian, another to the white man.

In my walks, I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

A strange age of the world this, when empires, kingdoms, and republics come a-begging to a private man's door, and utter their complaints at his elbow! I cannot take up a newspaper but I find that some wretched government or other, hard pushed and on its last legs, is interceding with me, the reader, to vote for it.

Nature is doing her best each moment to make us well. She exists for no other end. Do not resist. With the least inclination to be well, we should not be sick.