A dandelion perfectly gone to seed, a complete globe, a system in itself.
I rest and take my lunch on Lee’s Cliff, looking toward Baker Farm. What is a New England landscape this sunny August day? A weather-painted...
Here I am thirty-four years old, and yet my life is almost wholly unexpanded. How much is in the germ! There is such an interval between my ...
If I were to choose a time for a friend to make a passing visit to this world for the first time, in the full possession of all his facultie...
Talk of fate! How little one can know what is fated to one another!—what he can do and what he can not do! I doubt whether one can give or r...
Some men make their due impression upon their generation, because a petty occasion is enough to call forth all their energies; but are there...
Farrar thought that the spirit manufactured a century ago was not so adulterated and poisonous as that now made. He could remember when deli...
Talk about learning our letters and being literate! Why, the roots of letters are things. Natural objects and phenomena are the original sym...
