That devilish Iron Horse, whose ear-rending neigh is heard throughout the town, has muddied the Boiling Spring with his foot, and he it is that has browsed off all the woods on Walden shore, that Trojan horse, with a thousand men in his belly, introduced by mercenary Greeks! Where is the country's champion, the Moore of Moore Hall, to meet him at the Deep Cut and thrust an avenging lance between the ribs of the bloated pest?

Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic.

Nature is slow, but sure; she works no faster than need be; she is the tortoise that wins the race by her perseverance.

The phenomena of the year take place every day in a pond on a small scale. Every morning, generally speaking, the shallow water isbeing warmed more rapidly than the deep, though it may not be made so warm after all, and every evening it is being cooled more rapidly until the morning. The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is the summer. The cracking and booming of the ice indicate a change of temperature.

To the sick, indeed, nature is sick, but to the well, a fountain of health.

Writing may be either the record of a deed or a deed. It is nobler when it is a deed.

I have much to learn of the Indian, nothing of the missionary.