Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three t… - Henry David Thoreau

Where shall we look for standard English but to the words of any man who has a depth of feeling in him?

Let a full-grown but young cock stand near you. How full of life he is, from the tip of his bill through his trembling wattles and comb and his bright eye to the extremity of his clean toes! How alert and restless, listening to every sound and watching every motion! How various his notes, from the finest and shrillest alarum as a hawk sails over, surpassing the most accomplished violinist on the short strings, to a hoarse or terrene voice or cluck!

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.