There is not one kind of food for all men. You must and you will feed those faculties which you exercise. The laborer whose body is weary does not require the same food with the scholar whose brain is weary.

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness.

If the fairest features of the landscape are to be named after men, let them be the noblest and worthiest men alone.

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip.

The culture of the hop ... so analagous to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford a theme for future poets.

The more supple vagabond, too, is sure to appear on the least rumor of such a gathering, and the next day to disappear, and go into his hole like the seventeen-year locust, in an ever-shabby coat, though finer than the farmer's best, yet never dressed.... He especially is the creature of the occasion. He empties both his pockets and his character into the stream, and swims in such a day. He dearly loves the social slush. There is no reserve of soberness in him.