Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.

When any real progress is made, we unlearned and learn anew what we thought we knew before.

One is not born into the world to do everything but to do something.

The hounding of a dog pursuing a fox or other animal in the horizon may have first suggested the notes of the hunting-horn to alternate with and relieve the lungs of the dog. This natural bugle long resounded in the woods of the ancient world before the horn was invented.

The poet's, commonly, is not a logger's path, but a woodman's. The logger and pioneer have preceded him, like John the Baptist; eaten the wild honey, it may be, but the locusts also; banished decaying wood and the spongy mosses which feed on it, and built hearths and humanized Nature for him.

We never conceive the greatness of our fates.

Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness.