Nature is the armory of genius. Cities serve it poorly, books and colleges at second hand; the eye craves the spectacle of the horizon; of mountain, ocean, river and plain, the clouds and stars; actual contact with the elements, sympathy with the seasons as they rise and roll.

Life is one, religion one, creeds are many and diverse.

The best teachers don't allow their own personal views to influence their teaching.

While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.

Dignity of manner always conveys a sense of reserved force.

Experience converts us to ourselves when books fail us.

Equanimity is the gem in virtue's chaplet, and St. Sweetness the loveliest in her calendar.