They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar.

If you would be chaste, you must be temperate.

Books can only reveal us to ourselves, and as often as they do us this service we lay them aside.

There is one thought for the field, another for the house. I would have my thoughts, like wild apples, to be food for walkers, and will not warrant them to be palatable if tasted in the house.

Friendship is never established as an understood relation. It is a miracle which requires constant proofs. It is an exercise of the purest imagination and of the rarest faith!

I think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal their nests, and I steal theireggs still, as formerly. This is what I do with the hands. Ah, labor,--it is a divine institution, and conversation with many men and hens.

I have found all things thus far, persons and inanimate matter, elements and seasons, strangely adapted to my resources.