nations decay from within more often than they surrender to outward assault.

Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.

And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

Insolent youth rides, now, in the whirlwind. For those modern iconoclasts who are without culture possess, apparently, all the courage.

there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for.

After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour

1. Always wait between books for the springs to fill up and flow over. 2. Always preserve within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reveries. 3. Always, and as far as it is possible, endeavor to touch life on every side; but keep the central vision of the mind, the inmost light, untouched and untouchable.