I have lately got back to that glorious society called Solitude.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.

There is one thought for the field, another for the house. I would have my thoughts, like wild apples, to be food for walkers, and will not warrant them to be palatable if tasted in the house.

At the extreme north, the voyagers are obliged to dance and act plays for employment.

We are the subjects of an experiment which is not a little interesting to me.

The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.

Politics is the gizzard of society, full of grit and gravel, and the two political parties are its opposite halves - sometimes split into quarters - which grind on each other. Not only individuals but states have thus a confirmed dyspepsia.