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

As our domestic fowls are said to have their original in the wild pheasant of India, so our domestic thoughts have their prototypes in the thoughts of her philosophers.

I had a classmate who fitted for college by the lamps of a lighthouse, which was more light, we think, than the University afforded.

The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe, wilder than a Bengal jungle, and fuller of monsters, washing the very wharves of our cities and the gardens of our sea-side residences.

Why will we be imposed on by antiquity?

In respect to religion and the healing art, all nations are still in a state of barbarism. In the most civilized countries the priest is still but a Powwow, and the physician a Great Medicine.

The Library is a wilderness of books.