"But if my jacket and trousers, my hat and shoes, are fit to worship God in, they will do; will they not?"  p.20

"I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undested still, and I threw them out the window in disgust.  How, then, could I have a furnished house?  I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground."  p.29

"...the man who goes alone can start to-day; but he who travles with another must wait till that other is ready, and it may be a long time before they get off."  p.54

"... for the devil finds employment for the idle ..."  p.54

"... for I found myself suddenly neighbor to the birds; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them."  p.62

"If we read of one man robbed, or murdered, or killed by accident, or one house burned, or one vessel wrecked, or one steamboat blown up, or one cow run over on the Western Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or one lot of grasshoppers in the winter, -- we never need read of another.  One is enough .  If you are acquainted with the principle, what do you care for a myriad instances and applications?  To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea."  p.68

"A written word is the choicest of relics.  It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art.  It is the work of art nearest to life itself.  It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; -- not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of breath of life itself.  The symbol of an ancient man's thought becomes a modern man's speech."  p.74

"It is time that we had uncommon schools, that we did not leave off our education when we begin to be men and women.  It is time that villages were universities, and their elder inhabitants the fellows of universities, with leisure -- if they are, indeed, so well off -- to pursue liberal studies the rest of their lives."  p.78

"To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating.  I love to be alone.  I never found the compainion that was so companionable as solitude."  p.95

"I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a humble-bee.  I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house."  p.96

"Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations."  p.118

"It is remarkable how many creatures live wild and free though secret in the woods, and still sustain themselves in the neighborhood of towns, suspected by hunters only."  p.154

"...and when the frost had smitten me on one cheek, heathen as I was, I turned to it the other also."  p.179

"A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity.  I do not see how he can ever die; Nature cannot spare him."  p.180   (I really liked the description there)

"Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads."  p.189

"The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels.  How worn and dusty, then must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!"  p.214

"The commonest sense is the sense of men asleep, which they express by snoring."  p.216

"Let every one mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made."  p.216

"The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise.  Love your life, poor as it is.  You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house."  p.217

"Turn the old; return to them.  Things do not change; we change.  Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts."  p. 218

"If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me."  p.218