The most primitive places left with us are the swamps, where the spruce still grows shaggy with usnea.

If you can speak what you will never hear, if you can write what you will never read, you have done rare things.

A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man's life as in a book. Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping. Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe, not of the cars.

There are sure to be two prescriptions diametrically opposite.

Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

There is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it.