Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is a furious, burning, physical greed, as well as a state of mystical exaltation. It will have its own.

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it.

Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.