Yet, for my part, I was never unusually squeamish; I could sometimes eat a fried rat with a good relish, if it were necessary.

The science of Humboldt is one thing, poetry is another thing. The poet to-day, notwithstanding all the discoveries of science, and the accumulated learning of mankind, enjoys no advantage over Homer.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

The experience of every past moment but belies the faith of each present.

We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bone.

I cannot fish without falling a little in self-respect...always when I have done I feel it would have been better if I had not fished.

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