Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

Unto a life which I call natural I would gladly follow even a will-o'-the-wisp through bogs and sloughs unimaginable, but no moonnor firefly has shown me the causeway to it.

Lose the world, get lost in it, and find your soul.

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.

There are times when we have had enough even of our Friends.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.

Fishing has been styled 'a contemplative man's recreation,' ... and science is only a more contemplative man's recreation.