The culture of the hop ... so analagous to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford a theme for future poets.

I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath.

Any man will go considerably out of his way to pick up a silver dollar; but here are golden words, which the wisest men of antiquity have uttered, and whose worth the wise of every succeeding age have assured us of; and yet we learn to read only as far as Easy Reading, the primers and classbooks, and when we leave school, the Little Reading, and story books, which are for boys and beginners; and our reading, our conversation and thinking, are all on a very low level, worthy only of pygmies and manikins.

The nonchalance and dolce-far-niente air of nature and society hint at infinite periods in the progress of mankind.

It is an unfortunate discovery certainly, that of a law which binds us where we did not know before that we were bound.

We cannot see anything until we are possessed with the idea of it, take it into our heads,--and then we can hardly see anything else.

How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy it? Is there any enjoyment in it, if his opinion is that he is aggrieved? If you are cheated out of a single dollar by your neighbor, you do not rest satisfied with knowing that you are cheated, or with saying that you are cheated, or even with petitioning him to pay you your due; but you take effectual steps at once to obtain the full amount, and see that you are never cheated again.