But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

A lady once offered me a mat, but as I had no room to spare within the house, nor time to spare within or without to shake it, I declined it, preferring to wipe my feet on the sod before my door. It is best to avoid the beginnings of evil.

We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.

The merely political aspect of the land is never very cheering; men are degraded when considered as the members of a political organization.

Oh, one world at a time!

Books must be read as deliberately and reservedly as they were written.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?