Wie bei einer Pflanze, die nicht weiß, ob Wasser oder Sonnenschein sie mehr beim Wachsen unterstützt haben, ist es schwierig zu sagen, ob die schweren oder die angenehmen Dinge im Leben einem am meisten geholfen haben.
Like a plant that starts up in showers and sunshine and does not know which has best helped it to grow, it is difficult to say whether the hard things or the pleasant things did me the most good.
I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through my heart like a dream realized; its harebells, its rocks, and its rapids, are far more fixed in my memory than anything about the sea.
No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment.
Wenn die Welt dir kalt erscheint, entzünde Feuer, um sie zu wärmen.
If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.
Ein Tropfen Wasser, wenn er uns seine Geschichte erzählen könnte, könnte uns das Universum erklären.
A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.
