The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.

In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.

Wildness is my suiting scene.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.