My enemies are worms, cool days, and most of all woodchucks.

Humility like darkness reveals the heavenly lights.

But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

What do the botanists know? Our lives should go between the lichen and the bark. The eye may see for the hand, but not for the mind. We are still being born, and have as yet but a dim vision of sea and land, sun, moon, and stars, and shall not see clearly till after nine days at least.

See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds. Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

We seem to think that the earth must go through the ordeal of sheep-pasturage before it is habitable by man.