Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it...At last we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.

The oldest, wisest politician grows not more human so, but is merely a gray wharf rat at last.

The book has never been written which is to be accepted without any allowance.

Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.

When you travel to the Celestial City, carry no letter of introduction. When you knock, ask to see God,--none of the servants.

It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose.

The seeds of the life of fishes are everywhere disseminated, whether the winds waft them, or the waters float them, or the deep earth holds them; wherever a pond is dug, straightway it is stocked with this vivacious race. They have a lease of nature, and it is not yet out.