The religions we call false were once true.

When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees.

Is there a difference? Yes. We are in harmony with nature, but never at peace.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood or appreciated.