Thought is the seed of action.

He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets — most likely his father's. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth.

Only that is poetry which cleanses and mans me.

Other world? There is no other world; here or nowhere is the whole fact.

We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can, and would fain have the praise of having intended the result which ensues.

The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture. The continent we inhabit is to be physic andfood for our mind, as well as our body. The land, with its tranquilizing, sanative influences, is to repair the errors of a scholastic and traditional education, and bring us to just relations with men and things.

First be a good animal.