Spring is brown; summer, green; autumn, yellow; winter, white; November, gray. - Henry David Thoreau

If you have ever done any work with these finest tools, the imagination and fancy and reason, it is a new creation, independent on the world, and a possession forever. You have laid up something against a rainy day. You have to that extent cleared the wilderness.

Our orators might learn much from the Indians. They are remarkable for their precision; nothing is left at loose ends.

How few are aware that in winter, when the earth is covered with snow and ice,... the sunset is double. The winter is coming when I shall walk the sky.