Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.

That devilish Iron Horse, whose ear-rending neigh is heard throughout the town, has muddied the Boiling Spring with his foot, and he it is that has browsed off all the woods on Walden shore, that Trojan horse, with a thousand men in his belly, introduced by mercenary Greeks! Where is the country's champion, the Moore of Moore Hall, to meet him at the Deep Cut and thrust an avenging lance between the ribs of the bloated pest?

Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and Spring.

The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men.

He is the rich man, and enjoys the fruit of his riches, who summer and winter forever can find delight in his own thoughts.

I stand in awe of my body.

I am from time to time congratulating myself on my general want of success as a lecturer; apparent want of success, but is it nota real triumph? I do my work clean as I go along, and they will not be likely to want me anywhere again. So there is no danger of my repeating myself, and getting to a barrel of sermons, which you must upset, and begin again with.