Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are - in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky - we love them.

There can be no high civilization where there is not ample leisure.

Any man can work when every stroke of his hands brings down the fruit rattling from the tree ... but to labor in season and out of season, under every discouragement... that requires a heroism which is transcendent.

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.

Our moral faculties must be placed highest, else they can no more flourish than could a plant growing under the shade and drip of trees.