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I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.

It is never too late to give up our prejudices.

It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man.

Of what significance are the things you can forget.

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

Who hears the fishes when they cry?