What are these pines & these birds about? What is this pond a-doing? I must know a little more.

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came in contact with the more civilized.

As for style of writing if one has anything to say it drops from him simply and directly as a stone falls to the ground.

The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.