I have made a short excursion into the new world which the Indian dwells in, or is. He begins where we leave off.

For my part, I would rather look toward Rutland than Jerusalem. Rutland,--modern town,--land of ruts,--trivial and worn,--not toosacred,--with no holy sepulchre, but profane green fields and dusty roads, and opportunity to live as holy a life as you can, where the sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

The highest law gives a thing to him who can use it.

I am grateful for what I have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

We communicate like the burrows of foxes, in silence and darkness, under ground. We are undermined by faith and love.

Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.