In The Woods Is Perpetual Youth.

In This Silent, Serene Wilderness The Weary Can Gain A Heart-bath In Perfect Peace.

We All Flow From One Fountain.

We Live With Our Heels As Well As Head And Most Of Our Pleasure Comes In That Way.

When We Try To Pick Out Anything By Itself, We Find It Hitched To Everything Else In The Universe.

I Don't Agree With You In Saying That In All Human Minds There Is Poetry. Man As He Came From The Hand Of His Maker Was Poetic In Both Mind And Body, But The Gross Heathenism Of Civilization Has Generally Destroyed Nature, And Poetry, And All That Is Spiritual.