Letters. A Selection, 1825–1859 Quotes

“I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects...”
― Charles Darwin, Letters. A Selection, 1825–1859

“The weather is quite delicious. Yesterday, after writing to you, I strolled a little beyond the glade for an hour and a half and enjoyed myself--the fresh yet dark green of the grand Scotch firs, the brown of the catkins of the old birches, with their white stems, and a fringe of distant green from the larches, made an excessively pretty view. At last I fell asleep on the grass, and awoke with a chorus of birds singing around me, and squirrels running up the trees, and some woodpeckers laughing, and it was as pleasant and rural a scene as I ever saw, and I did not care one penny how any of the beasts or birds had been formed.”
― Charles Darwin, Letters. A Selection, 1825–1859