A well known American writer said once that, while everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.

Nature is entirely indifferent to any reform. She perpetuates a fault as persistently as a virtue.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.

To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the world.

Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.

I know that unremitting attention to business is the price of success, but I don't know what success is.