It makes no odds where a man goes or stays, if he is only about his business.

Go not to the object; let the object come to you.

A thrumming of piano-strings beyond the gardens and through the elms. At length the melody steals into my being. I know not when it began to occupy me. By some fortunate coincidence of thought or circumstance I am attuned to the universe, I am fitted to hear, my being moves in a sphere of melody, my fancy and imagination are excited to an inconceivable degree. This is no longer the dull earth on which I stood.

We shall be reduced to gnaw the very crust of the earth for nutriment.

If words were invented to conceal thought, newspapers are a great improvement of a bad invention

We seem to think that the earth must go through the ordeal of sheep-pasturage before it is habitable by man.

This is a common experience in my traveling. I plod along, thinking what a miserable world this is and what miserable fellows we that inhabit it, wondering what it is tempts men to live in it; but anon I leave the towns behind and am lost in some boundless heath, and life becomes gradually more tolerable, if not even glorious.