I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in the marsh where the bitten and the meadow hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.

I was not born to be forced.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.

Let your capital be simplicity and contentment.

Every ambitious would-be empire, clarions it abroad that she is conquering the world to bring it peace, security and freedom, and it is sacrificing her sons only for the most noble and humanitarian purposes. That is a lie; and it is an ancient lie, yet generations still rise and believe it.

To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change of air and scenery.