For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.

Do not write merely to be understood. Write so you cannot possibly be misunderstood.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

If a man lives to any considerable age, it can not be denied that he laments his imprudences, but I notice he often laments his youth a deal more bitterly and with a more genuine intonation.

All sorts of allowances are made for the illusions of youth, and none, or almost none for the disenchantment of age.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.

Restfulness is a quality for cattle; the virtues are all active, life is alert.