Instead of noblemen, let us have noble villages of men.

Seeds, there are seeds enough which need only be stirred in with the soil where they lie, by an inspired voice or pen, to bear fruit of a divine flavor.

No doubt another may also think for me; but it is not therefore desirable that he should do so to the exclusion of my thinking for myself.

When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?

I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

Then at night the general stillness is more impressive than any sound, but occasionally you hear the note of an owl farther or nearer in the woods, and if near a lake, the semihuman cry of the loons at their unearthly revels.

How meanly and grossly do we deal with nature!