Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

We never exchange more than three words with a Friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise.

Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are.

Though the words Canada East on the map stretch over many rivers and lakes and unexplored wildernesses, the actual Canada, which might be the colored portion of the map, is but a little clearing on the banks of the river, which one of those syllables would more than cover.

But perhaps a man is not required to bury himself.

Spring-an experience in immortality.

There is ripe fruit over your head.