Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.

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

Heaven might be defined as the place which men avoid.

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.

There is always a present and extant life, be it better or worse, which all combine to uphold.

Our poets have sung of wine, the product of a foreign plant which commonly they never saw, as if our own plants had no juice in them more than the singers.

No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well.