The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.
Henry David Thoreau
Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me.
I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range of sight, New earths, and skies and seas around.
A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.
What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?
Let us rise early and fast, or breakfast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry-determined to make a day of it. Why should we knock under and go with the stream?