How wholesome winter is, seen far or near; how good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short-lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, commonly so called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds,--which God has seen to be good, and let be.

I love a life whose plot is simple.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

We only need to be as true to others as we are to ourselves, that there may be grounds enough for friendship.

When it's time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

For it matters not how small the beginning may seem to be: what is once well done is done forever.