I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.
If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.
People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses.
The country life is to be preferred, for there we see the works of God; but in cities little else but the works of men. And the one makes a better subject for contemplation than the other.
There is always inequality in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded and some men never leave the country. Life is unfair.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
I consider it the best part of an education to have been born and brought up in the country.
I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full tide. But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride. No place each way is happy.
The country is lyric, the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.
One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.
What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.
The country is laid out in a haphazard, sloppy fashion, offensive to the tidy, organized mind.
I prefer the country life. I live in Kingston, but there is lots of trees.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Knowledge and power in the city; peace and decency in the country.
Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilirate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature.
To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one's friends--give me the country.
How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deserve his love, he makes his own; And, to be lov'd himself, needs only to be known.
Country acquaintances are charming only in the country and only in the summer. In the city in winter they lose half of their appeal.
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