We take to the breeze, we go as we please. - E.B. White

"The sky," he wrote on his slate, "is my living room. The woods are my parlor. The lonely lake is my bath. I can't remain behind a fence all my life."

In a sense, the only genuinely secure person is a healthy man possessed of absolutely nothing; such a man stands aloof and safe — there is no way either to reduce his fortune or to debase his currency.

The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything