I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who had heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.

In the wildest nature, there is not only the material of the most cultivated life, and a sort of anticipation of the last result,but a greater refinement already than is ever attained by man.... Nature is prepared to welcome into her scenery the finest work of human art, for she is herself an art so cunning that the artist never appears in his work.

Where the citizen uses a mere sliver or board, the pioneer uses the whole trunk of a tree.

Enthusiasm is a supernatural serenity.

Man is but the place where I stand.

One may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine patrons of virtue to one virtuous man.