We seem to think that the earth must go through the ordeal of sheep-pasturage before it is habitable by man.

Government never furthered any enterprise but by the alacrity with which it got out of its way.

In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain-I find no sea room-but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore.

The startings and arrivals of the cars are now the epochs in the village day.

Everything may serve a lower as well as a higher use.

Many are concerned about the monuments of the West and the East -- to know who built them. For my part, I should like to know who in those days did not build them -- who were above such trifling.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.