When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news

Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.