The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.

I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

It is not so important that many should be good as you, as that there be some absolute goodness somewhere; for that will leaven the whole lump.

While my friend was my friend, he flattered me, and I never heard the truth from him. When he became my enemy, he shot it to me on a poisoned arrow.

I have a deep sympathy with war; it so apes the gait and bearing of the soul.

The improved means to the unimproved end.

When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?