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...
Leap, and the net will appear.
The secret of happiness is something to do.
Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.
The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.
The dog is often quick to resent a kick, be it from man or beast, but I have never known him to show anger at the door that slammed to and hit him. Probably, if the door held him by his tail or his li...
The spirit of man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it.
Without the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to other flowers, and gives the mind something tangible to grasp. It is very difficu...
England is like the margin of a spring-run: near its source, always green, always cool, always moist, comparatively free from frost in winter and from drought in summer.
A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days.
When the woodpecker is searching for food, or laying siege to some hidden grub, the sound of his hammer is dead or muffled and is heard but a few yards. It is only upon dry, seasoned timber, freed of...
Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.
I was born with a chronic anxiety about the weather.
You can fail many times, but you're not a failure until you begin to blame somebody else.
If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the old theology must go.
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see. The longer I live, the more my mind...
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy.
The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.