My eye is educated to discover anything on the ground, as chestnuts, etc. It is probably wholesomer to look at the ground much than at the heavens.

How shall we account for our pursuits, if they are original? We get the language with which to describe our various lives out of acommon mint.

Fishermen, hunters, woodchoppers, and others, spending their lives in the fields and woods, in a peculiar sense a part of Nature themselves, are often in a more favorable mood for observing her, in the intervals of their pursuits, than philosophers or poets even, who approach her with expectation. She is not afraid to exhibit herself to them.

The only people who ever get anyplace interesting are the people who get lost.

I love my friends very much, but I find that it is of no use to go to see them. I hate them commonly when I am near them. They belie themselves and deny me continually.

The virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman.

We can never have enough of Nature.