Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.

Debate is angular, conversation circular and radiant of the underlying unity.

No one is promiscuous in his way of dying. A man who has decided to hang himself will never jump in front of a train.

Debate is masculine, conversation is feminine.

Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its center and ornament, and this paradise is not secure until children appear to animate and complete the picture.

Time ripens the substance of a life as the seasons mellow and perfect its fruits. The best apples fall latest and keep longest.

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.