Every burned book enlightens the world.

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back with the first step he makes into these precincts. Here is sanctity which shames our religions, and reality which discredits our heroes. Here we find Nature to be the circumstance which dwarfs every other circumstance, and judges like a god all men that come to her.

Why needs a man be rich? Why must he have horses, fine garments, handsome apartments, access to public houses, and places of amusement? Only for want of thought.

Right is more beautiful than private affection, and is compatible with universal wisdom.

'Well,' said Red Jacket [to someone complaining that he had not enough time], 'I suppose you have all there is.'

What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail-road car!

The music that can deepest reach and cure all ill is cordial speech.