A tanned skin is something more than respectable, and perhaps olive is a fitter color than white for a man,--a denizen of the woods. "The pale white man!" I do not wonder that the African pitied him.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

Remember that you need not eat unless you are hungry.

In my walks, I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit; is organic and fluid to the influence of its spirit and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.

But the eyes, though they are no sailors, will never be satisfied with any model, however fashionable, which does not answer all the requisitions of art.

At least let us have healthy books.