Fame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.

The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.

When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?

I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

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

I make myself rich by making my wants few.

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained.