Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end.

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.

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.

Every man must walk to the beat of his own drummer.

There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted.

Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.

What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.