In the unbending of the arm to do the deed there is experience worth all the maxims in the world.

That man is rich whose pleasures are the cheapest.

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.

God is alone,-but the devil, he is far from being alone; he sees a great deal of company; he is legion.

The wilderness is near as well as dear to every man. Even the oldest villages are indebted to the border of wild wood which surrounds them, more than to the gardens of men. There is something indescribably inspiriting and beautiful in the aspect of the forest skirting and occasionally jutting into the midst of new towns, which, like the sand-heaps of fresh fox-burrows, have sprung up in their midst. The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.

We never conceive the greatness of our fates.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.