There is but one stage for the peasant and the actor.

I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.

The young pines springing up in the corn-fields from year to year are to me a refreshing fact.

True, there are architects so called in this country, and I have heard of one at least possessed with the idea of making architectural ornaments have a core of truth, a necessity, and hence a beauty, as if it were a revelation to him. All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism.

I was determined to know beans.

Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.

Men go back to the mountains, as they go back to sailing ships at sea, because in the mountains and on the sea they must face up.