Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

Observation more than books and experience more than persons, are the prime educators.

Nature is the armory of genius. Cities serve it poorly, books and colleges at second hand; the eye craves the spectacle of the horizon; of mountain, ocean, river and plain, the clouds and stars; actual contact with the elements, sympathy with the seasons as they rise and roll.

Nature is thought immersed in matter. . .

No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.

A good book is fruitful of other books; it perpetuates its fame from age to age, and makes eras in the lives of its readers.

Your real influence is measured by your treatment of yourself.