Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.

However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning.

In this world we do not see things as they are. We see them as we are, because what we see depends mainly on what we are looking for.

Fresh air is as good for the mind as for the body. Nature always seems trying to talk to us as if she had some great secret to tell. And so she has.

It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.

Exercise of the muscles keeps the body in health, and exercise of the brain brings peace of mind.

Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.