In a world in which all hearts beat true, and all hands were helpful, there would be no real hardship in Nature.

It is the loss, sorrow, weariness, and disappointment of life which give dark days their gloom, and cold its icy edge, and work its bitterness.
The real sorrows of life are not of Nature's making; if faithlessness and treachery and every sort of baseness were taken out of human lives, we should find only a healthy and vigorous joy in such hardship as Nature imposes upon us.

Upon men of sound, sweet life, she lays only such burdens as strength delights to carry, because in so doing it increases itself." "That is true," said Rosalind.

"The day is dark only when the mind is dark; all weathers are pleasant when the heart is at rest.

There are rainy days in Arden, but no gloomy ones; there are probably cold days, but none that chill the soul." I do not know whether it was Rosalind's smile or the sudden breaking of the sun through the clouds that made the room brilliant; probably it was both.