I have found that hollow, which even I had relied on for solid.

I think that no experience which I have today comes up to, or is comparable with, the experiences of my boyhood.

The man whose horse trots a mile in a minute does not carry the most important messages.

I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who had heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

There is always room and occasion enough for a true book on any subject; as there is room for more light the brightest day and more rays will not interfere with the first.

I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good.