How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

While some men believe in the infinite, some ponds will be thought to be bottomless.

The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening.

If you look over a list of medicinal recipes in vogue in the last century, how foolish and useless they are seen to be! And yet we use equally absurd ones with faith today.

. . . we should be men first, and subjects afterward.

We hate the kindness which we understand.

Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.