Much is published, but little printed.

The phenomena of the year take place every day in a pond on a small scale. Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow water isbeing warmed more rapidly than the deep, though it may not be made so warm after all, and every evening it is being cooled more rapidly until the morning. The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is the summer. The cracking and booming of the ice indicate a change of temperature.

Few, if any, creatures are equally active all night.

We need the tonic of wildness.

To enjoy a thing exclusively is commonly to exclude yourself from the true enjoyment of it.

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

If I choose to devote myself to certain labors which yield more real profit, though but little money, they may be inclined to look on me as an idler.