The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

It is an unfortunate discovery certainly, that of a law which binds us where we did not know before that we were bound.

For my part, I could easily do without the post-office. I think that there are very few important communications made through it.

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

I often accuse my finest acquaintances of an immense frivolity; for, while there are manners and compliments we do not meet, we donot teach one another the lessons of honesty and sincerity that the brutes do, or of steadiness and solidity that the rocks do. The fault is commonly mutual; however, for we do not habitually demand any more of each other.

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

As I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend.