But, on more accounts than one, I had had enough of moose-hunting. I had not come to the woods for this purpose, nor had I foreseen it, though I had been willing to learn how the Indian manvred; but one moose killed was as good, if not as bad, as a dozen.

Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.

The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.

No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow.

But the impressions which the morning makes vanish with its dews, and not even the most "persevering mortal" can preserve the memory of its freshness to midday.

It is reasonable that a man should be something worthier at the end of the year than he was at the beginning.