There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

The sun shines not on us but in us.

I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.

A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.

Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.