The first pleasant days of spring come out like a squirrel and go in again.
Everyone must believe in something. I believe I'll go canoeing.
The voice of nature is always encouraging.
We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
Sweep away the clutter of things that complicate our lives.
I love a life whose plot is simple.