Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

Once I went so far as to slaughter a woodchuck which ravaged my bean-field,--effect his transmigration, as a Tartar would say,--and devour him, partly for experiment's sake; but though it afforded me a momentary enjoyment, notwithstanding a musky flavor, I saw that the longest use would not make that a good practice, however it might seem to have your woodchucks ready dressed by the village butcher.

We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.

A man is wise with the wisdom of his time only, and ignorant with its ignorance.

How could youths better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living?

I never yet knew the sun to be knocked down and rolled through a mud-puddle; he comes out honor-bright from behind every storm. Let us then take sides with the sun, seeing we have so much leisure.

Heal yourselves, doctors; by God I live.