The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as another.

And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.

We have heard much about the poetry of mathematics, but very little of it has as yet been sung. The ancients had a juster notion of their poetic value than we. The most distinct and beautiful statements of any truth must take at last the mathematical form. We might so simplify the rules of moral philosophy, as well as of arithmetic, that one formula would express them both.

Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify.

I now first began to inhabit my house, I may say, when I began to use it for warmth as well as shelter.

When will the world learn that a million men are of no importance compared with one man?

Left to herself, nature is always more or less civilized, and delights in a certain refinement; but where the axe has encroached upon the edge of the forest, the dead and unsightly limbs of the pine, which she had concealed with green banks of verdure, are exposed to sight.