The village is the place to which the roads tend, a sort of expansion of the highway, as a lake of a river.... The word is from the Latin villa, which together with via, a way, or more anciently ved and vella, Varro derives from veho, to carry, because the villa is the place to and from which things are carried.... Hence, too, the Latin word vilis and our vile, also villain. This suggests what kind of degeneracy villagers are liable to. They are wayworn by the travel that goes by and over them, without traveling themselves.

We soon get through with nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy.

Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.

Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.

Faint heart never won true friend. O my friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my friend I may be yours.

They will tell you tough stories of sharks all over the Cape, which I do not presume to doubt utterly,--how they will sometimes upset a boat, or tear it in pieces, to get at the man in it. I can easily believe in the undertow, but I have no doubt that one shark in a dozen years is enough to keep up the reputation of a beach a hundred miles long.

There is commonly sufficient space about us. Our horizon is never quite at our elbows.