Five great enemies of peace inhabit us: avarice, ambition, envy, anger and pride.

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.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock, and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of.

The measure of action is the sentiment from which it proceeds. The greatest action may easily be one of the most private circumstance.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning.