Look at a meeting-house, or a court-house, or a jail, or a shop, or a dwelling-house, and say what that thing really is before a true gaze, and they would all go to pieces in your account of them.
Men esteem truth remote, in the outskirts of the system, behind the farthest star, before Adam and after the last man.
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 winterwe never need read of another. 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. There was such a rush, as I hear, the other day at one of the offices to learn the foreign news by the last arrival, that several large squares of plate glass belonging to the establishment were broken by the pressurenews which I seriously think a ready wit might write a twelve-month, or twelve years, beforehand with sufficient accuracy.
 Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life?
We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.
I have I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary.
The penny-post is, commonly, an institution through which you seriously offer a man that penny for his thoughts which is so often safely offered in jest.
And I am sure that I never read any memorable news in a newspaper.