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.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

We cannot put a noose around another man's neck without first hanging ourselves.

I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary.

Let us not underrate the value of a fact; it will one day flower into a truth.

But why should not the New Englander try new adventures - not lay so much stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop, and his orchards - and raise other crops than these? Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men.