The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.

I love a life whose plot is simple.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

Direct your eye inward, and you'll find / A thousand regions in your mind / Yet undiscovered. Travel them, and be / Expert in home-cosmography

There is a certain perfection in accident which we never consciously attain.

What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.

I think that Nature meant kindly when she made our brothers few. However, my voice is still for peace.