A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature. But those who have a psssion for nature in the natural way, need no pictures nor gallereies. Spring is their designer, and the whole year their artist.

There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.

Why is not a rat as good as a rabbit? Why should men eat shrimps and neglect cockroaches?

A love of flowers would beget early rising, industry, habits of close observation, and of reading. It would incline the mind to notice natural phenomena, and to reason upon them. It would occupy the mind with pure thoughts, and inspire a sweet and gentle enthusiasm; maintain simplicity of taste; and ... unfold in the heart an enlarged, unstraightened, ardent piety.

A coat that is not used, the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be tempted-the moths eat him; and they have poor food at that.

God puts the excess of hope in one man, in order that it may be a medicine to the man who is despondent.