As I stand over the insect crawling amid the pine needles on the forest floor, and endeavoring to conceal itself from my sight, and ask myself why it will cherish those humble thoughts, and hide its head from me who might, perhaps, be its benefactor, and impart to its race some cheering information, I am reminded of the greater Benefactor and Intelligence that stands over me the human insect.

That aim in life is highest which requires the highest and finest discipline.

Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.

The law will never make a man free; it is men who have got to make the law free.

It must be confessed that horses at present work too exclusively for men, rarely men for horses; and the brute degenerates in man's society.

I have a deep sympathy with war; it so apes the gait and bearing of the soul.

The moose is singularly grotesque and awkward to look at. Why should it stand so high at the shoulders? Why have so long a head? Why have no tail to speak of?