Inexpressibly beautiful appears the recognition by man of the least natural fact, and the allying his life to it.

If I am not I, who will be?

It enhances our sense of the grand security and serenity of nature to observe the still undisturbed economy and content of the fishes of this century, their happiness a regular fruit of the summer.

A grain of gold will gild a great surface, but not so much as a grain of wisdom.

Going from--toward; it is the history of every one of us.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beechtree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

It's only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God.