If you think you can do it, you can.

The honey-bee's great ambition is to be rich, to lay up great stores, to possess the sweet of every flower that blooms. She is more than provident. Enough will not satisfy her, she must have all she can get by hook or crook.

How much there is in books that one does not want to know, that it would be a mere weariness and burden to the spirit to know.

One goes to Nature only for hints and half-truths. Her facts are crude until you have absorbed them or translated them ... It is not so much what we see as what the thing seen suggests.

Every day is a Sabbath to me. All pure water is holy water, and this earth is a celestial abode.

I still find each day too short.

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