The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.
A journal is a record of experiences and growth, not a preserve of things well done or said.
As with our colleges, so with a hundred ‘modern improvements;’ there is an illusion about them; there is not always a positive advance. The devil goes on exacting compound interest to the last for his early share and numerous succeeding investments in them. Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to arrive at…
I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another.
Cape Cod is the bared and bended arm of Massachusetts. The shoulder is at Buzzard’s Bay; the elbow at Cape Mallebarre; the wrist at Truro; and the sandy fist at Provincetown.
Is a democracy, such as we know it, the last improvement possible in government? Is it not possible to take a step further towards recognizing and organizing the rights of man?
It is a fool’s life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.
Commonly men will only be brave as their fathers were brave, or timid.
Trade and commerce, if they were not made of India-rubber, would never manage to bounce over the obstacles which legislators are continually putting in their way.
But man’s capacities have never been measured; nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents, so little have been tried.