To a small man every greater is an exaggeration.

We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus.

I see in many places little barberry bushes just come up densely in the cow-dung, like young apple trees, the berries having been eaten by the cows. Here they find manure and an open space for the first year at least, when they are not choked by grass or weeds. In this way, evidently, many of these clumps of barberries are commenced.

A man's wealth is measured by what he doesn't need.

Give me a Wildness whose glance no civilization can endure.

There should always be some flowering and maturing of the fruits of nature in the cooking process.

There they lived on, those New England people, farmer lives, father and grandfather and great-grandfather, on and on without noise, keeping up tradition, and expecting, beside fair weather and abundant harvests, we did not learn what. They were contented to live, since it was so contrived for them, and where their lines had fallen.