Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

Do what we can, summer will have its flies.

Tis a short sight to limit our faith in laws to those of gravity, of chemistry, of botany, and so forth.

It is in rugged crises, in unbearable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy out of the question, that the angel is shown.

Alas for America as I must so often say, the ungirt, the diffuse, the profuse, procumbent, one wide ground juniper, out of which no cedar, no oak will rear up a mast to the clouds! It all runs to leaves, to suckers, to tendrils, to miscellany. The air is loaded with poppy, with imbecility, with dispersion, & sloth.

Nature encourages no looseness; pardons no errors.

I hear therefore with joy whatever is beginning to be said of the dignity and necessity of labor to every citizen. There is virtue yet in the hoe and the spade, for learned as well as for unlearned hands. And labor is everywhere welcome; always we are invited to work; only be this limitation observed, that a man shall not for the sake of wider activity sacrifice any opinion to the popular judgments and modes of action.