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

First, there is the power of the Wind, constantly exerted over the globe... Here is an almost incalculable power at our disposal, yet how trifling the use we make of it.

The orator puts off his individuality, and is then most eloquent when most silent. He listens while he speaks, and is a hearer along with his audience.

You cannot receive a shock unless you have an electric affinity for that which shocks you.

Glances of true beauty can be seen in the faces of those who live in true meekness.

Indeed, the life of cattle, like that of many men, is but a sort of locomotiveness; they move a side at a time, and man, by his machinery, is meeting the horse and the ox half-way.

In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.