In my cheapest moments I am apt to think that it is n't my business to be "seeking the spirit," but as much its business to be seeking me.

This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it.

Exaggerated history is poetry, and truth referred to a new standard.

We must take root; send out some little fibre at least, even every winter day.

We can never safely exceed the actual facts in our narratives. Of pure invention, such as some suppose, there is no instance. To write a true work of fiction even is only to take leisure and liberty to describe some things more exactly as they are.

As for men, they will hardly fail one anywhere. I had more visitors while I lived in the woods than at any other period of my life; I mean that I had some.

We can never have enough of Nature.