A man is a beggar who only lives to the useful, and, however he may serve as a pin or rivet in the social machine, cannot be saidto have arrived at self-possession.

Science surpasses the old miracles of mythology.

Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.

To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.

There are men whose language is strong and defying enough, yet their eyes and their actions ask leave of other men to live.

When a man says to me, "I have the intensest love of nature," at once I know that he has none.

Now every one must do after his kind, be he asp or angel, and these must.