We can never have enough of Nature.

The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!

And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.

You have but little more to do than throw up your cap for entertainment these American days.... Farmers' sons will stare by the hour to see a juggler draw ribbons from his throat, though he tells them it is all deception. Surely, men love darkness rather than light.

As for me, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are now only the subtlest imaginable essences, which would not stain the morning sky.

A man sees only what concerns him.... How much more, then, it requires different intentions of the eye and of the mind to attend to different departments of knowledge! How differently the poet and the naturalist look at objects!

Time & Co. are, after all, the only quite honest and trustworthy publishers that we know.