When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast.

I came from a race of fishers; trout streams gurgled about the roots of my family tree.

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.

Nature comes home to one most when one is at home. The stranger and traveler finds her a stranger and traveler also.

The rocks have a history; gray and weatherworn, they are veterans of many battles; they have most of them marched in the ranks of vast stone brigades during the ice age; they have been torn from the hills, recruited from the mountaintops, and marshaled on the plains and in the valleys; and now the elemental war is over, there they lie waging a gentle but incessant warfare with time and slowly, oh, so slowly, yielding to its attacks!

Literature is an investment of genius which pays dividends to all subsequent times.

Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.