If I shall sell both my forenoons and afternoons to society, as most appear to do, I'm sure that, for me, there would be nothing left worth living for.
I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.
In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.
I wished only to be set down in Canada, and take one honest walk there as I might in Concord woods of an afternoon.