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.
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.
This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
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.
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it.
And as great seamen, using all their wealth And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths, In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass, To put a girdle round about the world.
Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas.
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail-- Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well-- Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men.
The royal navy of England has ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength; the floating bulwark of the island.
Hearts of oak are are ships, Hearts of oak are our men.
Hearts of oak are our ships, Gallant tars are our men.
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be, If you want to rise to the top of the tree, If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool, Be careful to be guided by this golden rule-- Stick close to your desks and never go to sea, And you all may be Rulers of the Queen's Navee.
There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of Charles the Second. But the seamen were not gentlemen; and the gentlemen were not seamen.
Necessity hath no law. Feigned necessities, imaginary necessities, are the greatest cozenage men can put upon the Providence of God, and make pretences to break known rules by.
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.
It is surprising what a man can do when he has to, and how little most men will do when they don't have to.
Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity.
It is surprising what a man can do when he has to, and how little most men will do when they don't have to.
Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.