The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

Translate a book a dozen times from one language to another, and what becomes of its style? Most books would be worn out and disappear in this ordeal. The pen which wrote it is soon destroyed, but the poem survives.

He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.

In solitude especialy do we begin to appreciate the advantage of living with someone who can think.

Our circumstances answer to our expectations and the demand of our natures.

The biggest happiness is when at the end of the year you feel better than at the beginning

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