In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods we return to reason and faith.

The ocean is a large drop; a drop is a small ocean.

To be gret is to be misunderstood.

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.

Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine.

Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore