We need the tonic of wildness.

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

It is the art of mankind to polish the world, and every one who works is scrubbing in some part.

I do not know at first what it is that harms me. The men and things of to-day are wont to be fairer and truer in to-morrow's memory.

I have no doubt that they lived pretty much the same sort of life in the Homeric age, for men have always thought more of eating than of fighting; then, as now, their minds ran chiefly on the "hot bread and sweet cakes;" and the fur and lumber trade is an old story to Asia and Europe.

Certainly, we do not need to be soothed and entertained always like children. He who resorts to the easy novel, because he is languid, does no better than if he took a nap.

A man's whole life is taxed for the least thing well done. It is its net result.