My themes will not be far-fetched. I will tell of homely every-day phenomena and adventures.

The sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in.

For my part, I could easily do without the post-office. I think that there are very few important communications made through it.

Though the words Canada East on the map stretch over many rivers and lakes and unexplored wildernesses, the actual Canada, which might be the colored portion of the map, is but a little clearing on the banks of the river, which one of those syllables would more than cover.

How can we remember our ignorance, which our growth requires, when we are using our knowledge all the time?