Poor France, thy fine climate, rich vineyards, and the wishes of the learned avail nothing; thou art a destitute beggar, and not the powerful friend thou wert represented to me.

There is but one kind of love; God is love, and all his creatures derive theirs from his; only it is modified by the different degrees of intelligence in different beings and creatures.

Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them.

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.

The best recommendation I can have is my own talents, and the fruits of my own labors, and what others will not do for me, I will try and do for myself.

My drawings at first were made altogether in watercolors, but they wanted softness and a great deal of finish.

I can scarcely manage to scribble a tolerable English letter. I know that I am not a scholar, but meantime I am aware that no man living knows better than I do the habits of our birds.