I am an optimistic fatalist. This world and all its beginnings will pass on into something better.

A Baby Sermon- The lighting and thunder, they go and they come: But the stars and the stillness are always at home

The time for speaking seldom arrives, the time for being never departs.

As to the pure all things are pure, so the common mind sees far more vulgarity in others than the mind developed in genuine refinement.

When we are out of sympathy with the young, then I think our work in this world is over

But more impressive than the facts and figures as to height, width, age, etc., are the entrancing beauty and tranquility that pervade the forest, the feelings of peace, awe and reverence that it inspires.

Why should my love be powerless to help another?