What is once well done is done forever.

For if we take the ages into our account, may there not be a civilization going on among brutes as well as men?

But, on more accounts than one, I had had enough of moose-hunting. I had not come to the woods for this purpose, nor had I foreseen it, though I had been willing to learn how the Indian manvred; but one moose killed was as good, if not as bad, as a dozen.

Nature is not made after such a fashion as we would have her. We piously exaggerate her wonders, as the scenery around our home.

A little thought is sexton to all the world.

You must walk sometimes perfectly free, not prying or inquisitive, not bent on seeing things. Throw away a whole day for a single expansion, a single inspiration of air. You must walk so gently as to hear the finest sounds, the faculties being in repose. Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.

Inexpressibly beautiful appears the recognition by man of the least natural fact, and the allying his life to it.