Every tree sends its fibres forth in search of the Wild. The cities import it at any price. Men plow and sail for it. From the forest and wilderness come the tonics and barks which brace mankind.

What a fool he must be who thinks that his El Dorado is anywhere but where he lives.

I am too easily contented with a slight and almost animal happiness. My happiness is a good deal like that of the woodchucks.

Not only must we be good, but we must also be good for something.

The kindness I have longest remembered has been of this sort, the sort unsaid; so far behind the speaker's lips that almost it already lay in my heart. It did not have far to go to be communicated.

He who receives an injury is to some extent an accomplice of the wrong-doer.

For what are the classics but the noblest thoughts of man? They are the only oracles which are not decayed, and there are such answers to the most modern inquiry in them as Delphi and Dodona never gave. We might as well omit to study Nature because she is old.