The man I meet with is not often so instructive as the silence he breaks.
I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.
Even trees do not die without a groan.
It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods any time.
Only lovers know the value and magnanimity of truth.
I do not value any view of the universe into which man and the institutions of man enter very largely and absorb much of the attention. Man is but the place where I stand, and the prospect hence is infinite.