Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.

Every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us.

Economy is a subject which admits of being treated with levity, but it cannot so be disposed of.

Even Nature is observed to have her playful moods or aspects, of which man sometimes seems to be the sport.

How can any man be weak who dares to be at all?

Truth strikes us from behind and in the dark, as well as from before and in broad daylight.

The moles nested in my cellar, nibbling every third potato, and making a snug bed even there of some hair left after plastering and of brown paper; for even the wildest animals love comfort and warmth as well as man, and they survive the winter only because they are so careful to secure them.