I have great faith in a seed.

I think we may safely trust a good deal more than we do.

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

In the summer we lay up a stock of experiences for the winter, as the squirrel of nuts?something for conversation in winter evenings.

Of a life of luxury the fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or commerce, or literature, or art.

At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.

The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as another.