I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.
Instead of noblemen, let us have noble villages of men.
The traveler must be born again on the road, and earn a passport from the elements.
Not only must we be good, but we must also be good for something.
They who have been bred in the school of politics fail now and always to face the facts. Their measures are half measures and makeshifts merely. They put off the day of settlement, and meanwhile the debt accumulates.
I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.