Rabbits are a foolish people. They do not fight except with their own kind, nor use their paws except for feet, and appear to have no reason for existence but to furnish meals for meat-eaters. In flight they seem to rebound from the earth of their own elasticity, but keep a sober pace going to the spring. It is the young watercress that tempts them and the pleasures of society, for they seldom drink.

The real wonder is not that one man should be a genius, but that every man should not be.

Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.

Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas

In the common esteem, not only are the only good aboriginals dead ones, but all aboriginals are either sacred or contemptible according to the length of time they have been dead.

Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind.

You have to beat out for yourself many mornings on the windy headlands the sense of the fact that you get the same rainbow in the cloud drift over Waban and the spray of your garden hose. And not necessarily then do you live up to it.