Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none so sweet as friendship; as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at the same time, full of refreshment for sense and for soul.

Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree, What the glory of thy boughs shall be?

Rich or poor, every child comes into the world with some imperative need of its own, which shapes its individuality.

No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment.

Every true friend is a glimpse of God.

The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.

I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through my heart like a dream realized; its harebells, its rocks, and its rapids, are far more fixed in my memory than anything about the sea.