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

As I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble, and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and winter, I love thee, my Friend.

All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.

Let the beautiful laws prevail. Let us not weary ourselves by resisting them.

In society you will not find health, but in nature. Unless our feet at least stood in the midst of nature, all our faces would bepale and livid. Society is always diseased, and the best is the most so.

Such is the never-failing beauty and accuracy of language, the most perfect art in the world; the chisel of a thousand years retouches it.

Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.