The moose is singularly grotesque and awkward to look at. Why should it stand so high at the shoulders? Why have so long a head? Why have no tail to speak of?

Sell your clothes- keep your thoughts.

At least let us have healthy books.

We soon get through with nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy.

The poet is he who can write some pure mythology today without the aid of posterity.

Who could believe in the prophecies ... that the world would end this summer, while one milkweed with faith matured its seeds.

How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding ; How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile.