Wisdom cannot come by railroad or automobile or aeroplane, or be hurried up by telegraph or telephone.
I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
To me - old age is always ten years older than I am.
A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
The common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen.
Serene I fold my hands and wait.
In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.
If you think you can do it, you can.
A man can get discouraged many times but he is not a failure until he begins to blame somebody else and stops trying.
The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give it...
To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, to imagine your facts is another.
When a herd of cattle see a strange object, they are not satisfied till each one has sniffed it; and the horse is cured of his fright at the robe, or the meal-bag, or other object, as soon as he can b...
The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind.
Man takes root at his feet, and at best he is no more than a potted plant in his house or carriage till he has established communication with the soil by the loving and magnetic touch of his soles to...
The animal world seizes its food in masses little and big, and often gorges itself with it, but the vegetable, through the agency of the solvent power of water, absorbs its nourishment molecule by mol...
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.
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