Nothing is great but the inexhaustible wealth of nature.

It never was in the power of any man or any community to call the arts into being. They come to serve his actual wants, never to please his fancy.

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.

All nobility in its beginnings was somebody's natural superiority.

I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

Let every man shovel out his own snow and the whole city will be passable.