You speak of poverty and dependence. Who are poor and dependent? Who are rich and independent? When was it that men agreed to respect the appearance and not the reality?

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.

Men are born to succeed, not to fail.

The music of all creatures has to do with their loves, even of toads and frogs. Is it not the same with man?

It is good even to be a fisherman in summer and in winter.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.