The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit; is organic and fluid to the influence of its spirit and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.

My neighbors tell me of their adventures with famous gentlemen and ladies, what notabilities they met at the dinner-table; but I am no more interested in such things than in the contents of the Daily Times. The interest and the conversation are about costume and manners chiefly; but a goose is a goose still, dress it as you will.

Thus men will lie on their backs, talking about the fall of man, and never make an effort to get up.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

Read not the Times, read the Eternities.

We never exchange more than three words with a Friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.