There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.

In the summer we lay up a stock of experiences for the winter, as the squirrel of nuts?something for conversation in winter evenings.

Why should I feel lonely? is not our planet in the Milky Way?

A truly good book is something as wildly natural and primitive, mysterious and marvelous, ambrosial and fertile as a fungus or a lichen.

Let every one mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made.

A lady once offered me a mat, but as I had no room to spare within the house, nor time to spare within or without to shake it, I declined it, preferring to wipe my feet on the sod before my door. It is best to avoid the beginnings of evil.

The condition-of-England question is a practical one. The condition of England demands a hero, not a poet.