Even the utmost good-will and harmony and practical kindness are not sufficient for Friendship, for Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody. We do not wish for Friends to feed and clothe our bodies-neighbors are kind enough for that-but to do the like office to our spirits.

For one that comes with a pencil to sketch or sing, a thousand come with an axe or rifle. What a coarse and imperfect use Indiansand hunters make of nature! No wonder that their race is so soon exterminated.

You must ascend a mountain to learn your relation to matter, and so to your own body, for it is at home there, though you are not.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

In literature it is only the wild that attracts us.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

If I ever see more clearly at one time than at another, the medium through which I see is clearer.