Oh to reach the point of death and realize one has not lived at all.

We must love our friend so much that she shall be associated with our purest and holiest thoughts alone.

Roads are made for horses and men of business. I do not travel in them much.

By avarice and selfishness, and a groveling habit, from which none of us is free, of regarding the soil as property, or the means of acquiring property chiefly, the landscape is deformed, husbandry is degraded with us, and the farmer leads the meanest of lives. He knows Nature but as a robber.

If a man were to place himself in an attitude to bear manfully the greatest evil that can be inflicted on him, he would find suddenly that there was no such evil to bear; his brave back would go a-begging.

How important is a constant intercourse with nature and the contemplation of natural phenomena to the preservation of moral and intellectual health!

He is the rich man, and enjoys the fruit of his riches, who summer and winter forever can find delight in his own thoughts.