I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks - who had the genius, so to speak, for sauntering: which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked for charity, under the pretense of going à la Sainte Terre," to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a Sainte-Terrer," a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and if I can only walk with sufficient carelessness I am sure to be filled.

Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.

To the innocent there are neither cherubim nor angels.

...how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!

There is no doubt that the loftiest written wisdom is either rhymed or in some way musically measured,--is, in form as well as substance, poetry; and a volume which should contain the condensed wisdom of mankind need not have one rhythmless line.

If you will not try, you will go to your grave with your song still inside you.