And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.

He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.