We live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think we thus lose some respect for one another.

Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows which surround it.

Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse.

Morning work! By the blushes of Aurora and the music of Memnon, what should be man's morning work in this world?

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

Once I went so far as to slaughter a woodchuck which ravaged my bean-field,--effect his transmigration, as a Tartar would say,--and devour him, partly for experiment's sake; but though it afforded me a momentary enjoyment, notwithstanding a musky flavor, I saw that the longest use would not make that a good practice, however it might seem to have your woodchucks ready dressed by the village butcher.

We are superior to the joy we experience.