Nature has many scenes to exhibit, and constantly draws a curtain over this part or that. She is constantly repainting the landscape and all surfaces, dressing up some scene for our entertainment. Lately we had a leafy wilderness; now bare twigs begin to prevail, and soon she will surprise us with a mantle of snow. Some green she thinks so good for our eyes that, like blue, she never banishes it entirely from our eyes, but has created evergreens.

It would be glorious to see mankind at leisure for once. It is nothing but work, work, work.

To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me. While these clouds and this somber drizzling weather shut all in, we two draw nearer and know one another.

It is the man determines what is said, not the words.

When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip.

If the fairest features of the landscape are to be named after men, let them be the noblest and worthiest men alone.

As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons life will never be a burden to me.