The frontiers are not east or west, north or south; but wherever a man fronts a fact, though that fact be a neighbor, there is anunsettled wilderness between him and Canada, between him and the setting sun, or, farther still, between him and it. Let him build himself a log house with the bark on where he is, fronting IT, and wage there an Old French war for seven or seventy years, with Indians and Rangers, or whatever else may come between him and the reality, and save his scalp if he can.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

Most, it would seem to me, do not care for nature and would sell their share.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

Great men, unknown to their generation, have their fame among the great who have preceded them, and all true worldly fame subsides from their high estimate beyond the stars.

Why look in the dark for light?

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.