We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history.

In these divine pleasures permitted to me of walks in the June night under moon and stars, I can put my life as a fact before me and stand aloof from its honor and shame.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.

The greatest man in history was the poorest.

The child realizes to every man his own earliest remembrance, and so supplies a defect in our education, or enables us to live over the unconscious history with a sympathy so tender as to be almost personal experience.

The most active lives have so much routine as to preclude progress almost equally with the most inactive.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.