It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

I would rather do a good hours work weeding than write two pages of my best; nothing is so interesting as weeding. I went crazy over the outdoor work, and at last had to confine myself to the house, or literature must have gone by the board.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

The bold may not live long, but the timid never live at all.

Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living.

When we look in to the long avenue of the future, and see the good there is for each one of us to do, we realize, after all, what a beautiful thing it is to work, and to live, and to be happy.

When I say writing, O believe me, it is rewriting that I have chiefly in mind.