Today you may write a chapter on the advantages of traveling, and tomorrow you may write another chapter on the advantages of not traveling.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

Why should we leave it to Harper & Brothers and Redding & Co. to select our reading?

Glances of true beauty can be seen in the faces of those who live in true meekness.

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

Wherever a man separates from the multitude, and goes his own way in this mood, there indeed is a fork in the road, though ordinary travelers may see only a gap in the paling. His solitary path across lots will turn out the higher way of the two.

Wherever a man goes, men will pursue him and paw him with their dirty institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to belong to their desperate odd-fellow society.