It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.
We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.
The eye which can appreciate the naked and absolute beauty of a scientific truth is far more rare than that which is attracted by a moral one.
I do not see why the schoolmaster should be taxed to support the priest, and not the priest the schoolmaster.
When will the world learn that a million men are of no importance compared with one man?
Instead of water we got here a draught of beer, a lumberer’s drink, which would acclimate and naturalize a man at once,-which would make him see green, and, if he slept, dream that he heard the wind sough among the pines.
One of the most attractive things about the flowers is their beautiful reserve.
Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.
Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings.
A truly good book is something as natural, and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect, as a wild-flower discovered on the prairies of the West or in the jungles of the East.
Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.
Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.
While my friend was my friend, he flattered me, and I never heard the truth from him. When he became my enemy, he shot it to me on a poisoned arrow.
We soon get through with nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy.
Of what significance are the things you can forget.
I fear that I have not got much to say about Canada, not having seen much; what I got by going to Canada was a cold.
Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.
Say, Not so, and you will out circle the philosophers.
It is the man determines what is said, not the words.
The most difficult thing to understand during conversation is silence.