These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

A difference of taste in jokes, is a great strain on the affections.

The sense of being perfectly well-dressed gives a feeling of tranquility that religion is powerless to bestow.

In this pleasing contrite wood-life which God allows me, let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect, and, I cannot doubt it, it will be found symmetrical, though I mean it not and see it not. My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.