Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious.

I could lecture on dry oak leaves; I could, but who would hear me? If I were to try it on any large audience, I fear it would be no gain to them, and a positive loss to me. I should have behaved rudely toward my rustling friends.

Deep are the foundations of sincerity. Even stone walls have their foundation below the frost.

If there is nothing new on the earth, still the traveler always has a resource in the skies. They are constantly turning a new page to view. The wind sets the types on this blue ground, and the inquiring may always read a new truth there.

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

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .

The stars are the apexes of what wonderful triangles! What distant and different beings in the various mansions of the universe are contemplating the same one at the same moment!