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.

Never give up listening to the sounds of birds.

To have been torn from the study would have been as death; my time was entirely occupied with art.

During all these years there existed within me a tendency to follow Nature in her walks.

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

The fact is I am growing old too fast, alas! I feel it, and yet work I will, and may God grant me life to see the last plate of my mammoth work finished.

If only the bird with the loveliest song sang, the forest would be a lonely place.