We have need to be as sturdy pioneers still as Miles Standish, or Church, or Lovewell. We are to follow on another trail, it is true, but one as convenient for ambushes. What if the Indians are exterminated, are not savages as grim prowling about the clearings today?

None can lead this life who are not almost amphibious.

He who rides and keeps the beaten track studies the fences chiefly.

One who knew how to appropriate the true value of this world would be the poorest man in it. The poor rich man! all he has is whathe has bought.

We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bone.

Life consists with wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.

I have no time to be in a hurry.