God is only the president of the day, and Webster is his orator.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

The intercourse of the sexes, I have dreamed, is incredibly beautiful, too fair to be remembered. I have had thoughts about it, but they are among the most fleeting and irrecoverable in my experience.

It's only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God.

Instead of the scream of a fish hawk scaring the fishes, is heard the whistle of the steam-engine, arousing a country to its progress.

Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints.

I think that Nature meant kindly when she made our brothers few. However, my voice is still for peace.