I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
That the sun will not rise tomorrow is no less intelligible a proposition, and implies no more contradiction, than the affirmation, that it will rise.
I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life – to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one’s neighbors.
Every man’s road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.
The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in God and woman.
In books lies the soul of the whole past time.
Worship is transcendent wonder.
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.