Listen to music religiously, as if it were the last strain you might hear.

It would surpass the powers of a well man nowadays to take up his bed and walk, and I should certainly advise a sick one to lay down his bed and run.

I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good.

Then at night the general stillness is more impressive than any sound, but occasionally you hear the note of an owl farther or nearer in the woods, and if near a lake, the semihuman cry of the loons at their unearthly revels.

If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself.

The still youthful energies of the globe have only to be directed in their proper channel.

To live a better life,--this surely can be done.