What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.

I love the broad margin to my life.

I am grateful for what I have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.

While the Republic has already acquired a history world-wide, America is still unsettled and unexplored. Like the English in New Holland, we live only on the shores of a continent even yet, and hardly know where the rivers come from which float our navy.

Every man who has ever been earnest to preserve his higher or poetic faculties in the best condition, has been particularly inclined to abstain from animal food

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

I know of no redeeming qualities in myself but a sincere love for some things, and when I am reproved I fall back on to this ground.