When I would re-create myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter as a sacred place, a Sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature.

The little things in life are as interesting as the big ones.

It is but too easy to establish another durable and harmonious routine. Immediately all parts of nature consent to it. Only make something to take the place of something, and men will behave as if it was the very thing they wanted.

Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green.

After all, I believe it is the style of thought entirely, and the style of expression, which makes the difference in books.

There should always be some flowering and maturing of the fruits of nature in the cooking process.

I think the fall from the farmer to the operative as great and memorable as that from the man to the farmer.