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

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.

Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier. In the divided or social state these functions are parcelled out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint work, whilst each other performs his.

We see God face to face every hour, and know the savor of Nature.

When you have worn out your shoes, the strength of the show fiber has passed into your body.

When a man becomes a conformist, he is sacrificing the richness of independent thinking.

You take a weakness and start making it stronger.. You don't have to build your strengths - that you already possess... It is your weakness that needs the exercise