Never Give Up Listening To The Sounds

If Only The Bird With The Loveliest Song Sang, The Forest Would Be A Lonely Place.

Because My Father Was Often Absent On Naval Duty, My Mother Suffered Me To Do Much As I Pleased

As I Grew Up I Was Fervently Desirous Of Becoming Acquainted With Nature.

How Could I Make A Little Book, When I Have Seen Enough To Make A Dozen Large Books?

During All These Years There Existed Within Me A Tendency To Follow Nature In Her Walks.