Madame Nature allows no dangerous classes, in the modern sense. She has, doubtless for some wise reason, no mercy for the weak. She rewards each organism according to its works; and if anything grows too weak or stupid to take care of itself, she gives it its due deserts by letting it die and disappear.

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

Nature's deepest laws, her only true laws, are her invisible ones.

Every duty which is bidden to wait returns with seven fresh duties at its back.

Beauty is God's handwriting — a wayside sacrament; welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank for it Him.

Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.

It's all in the day's work, as the huntsman said when the lion ate him.