The Badge Of Honesty Is Simplicity.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

The Ideal Of Morality Has No More Dangerous Rival Than The Ideal Of Highest Strength, Of Most Powerful Life. It Is The Maximum Of The Savage.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

Life Must Not Be A Novel That Is Given To Us, But One That Is Made By Us.

The Seat Of The Soul Is Where The Inner World And The Outer World Meet. Where They Overlap, It Is In Every Point Of The Overlap.