In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.

In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.

Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.

When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.

To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.