There are as many strata at different levels of life as there are leaves in a book. When on the higher levels we can remember the lower levels, but when on the lower we cannot remember the higher.

The nonchalance and dolce-far-niente air of nature and society hint at infinite periods in the progress of mankind.

We can never have enough of Nature.

I have learned that even the smallest house can be a home.

If a man were to place himself in an attitude to bear manfully the greatest evil that can be inflicted on him, he would find suddenly that there was no such evil to bear; his brave back would go a-begging.

If however the law is so promulgated that it of necessity makes you an agent of injustices against another, then I say to you ... break the law.

In eternity there is indeed something true and sublime. But all these times and places and occasions are now and here. God himself culminates in the present moment and will never be more divine in the lapse of the ages. Time is but a stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but when I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away but eternity remains.