It is a great art to saunter.

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The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky on every side; and where were walls and fences, we see forms stretching in frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if Nature had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for man's art.

If then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our brows, and take up a little life into our pores. Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become of the worthies of the world.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.

This man is still a fisher, and belongs to an era in which I myself have lived. Perchance he is not confounded by many knowledges, and has not sought out many inventions, but how to take many fishes before the sun sets, with slender birchen pole and flaxen line, that is invention enough for him.

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, and so they take a thousand stitches today to save nine tomorrow.

The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies.

My practice is nowhere, my opinion is here.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?

If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

Things do not change, we change.

Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.

The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.