in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.

in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.

what's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy.

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing.

even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share.

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital.