May you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, as it has come for me now, when the woods are black, when night is fast falling, you will be able to console yourself, as I do, by looking up at the sky.

It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

Our passions shape our books, repose writes them in the intervals.

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.

The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge.

We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.

Unkind people imagine themselves to be inflicting pain on someone equally unkind.