I should be glad if all the meadows on the earth were left in a wild state, if that were the consequence of men's beginning to redeem themselves.

Men spend the best parts of their lives earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it.

In the summer we lay up a stock of experiences for the winter, as the squirrel of nuts?something for conversation in winter evenings.

There never is but one opportunity of a kind.

On tops of mountains, as everywhere to hopeful souls, it is always morning.

Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.

When my legs begin to move, the thoughts begin to flow.