I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks.

Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.

Men go back to the mountains, as they go back to sailing ships at sea, because in the mountains and on the sea they must face up.

We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

Why will we be imposed on by antiquity?

Of what use were it, pray, to get a little wood to burn, to warm your body this cold weather, if there were not a divine fire kindled at the same time to warm your spirit?