If you see a man approaching you with the obvious intent of doing you good, you should run for your life.

It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.

We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in the marsh where the bitten and the meadow hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.

We are ashamed of our fear; for we know that a righteous man would not suspect danger nor incur any. Wherever a man feels fear, there is an avenger.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

A Friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us.

We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.