The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night... All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, “All intelligences awake with the morning.

The wise are not so much wiser than others as respecters of their own wisdom.

They are not callow like the young of most birds, but more perfectly developed and precocious even than chickens. The remarkably adult yet innocent expression of their open and serene eyes is very memorable. All intelligence seems reflected in them. They suggest not merely the purity of infancy, but a wisdom clarified by experience. Such an eye was not born when the bird was, but is coeval with the sky it reflects. The woods do not yield another such a gem.

My life is like a stroll upon the beach.

I do not know where to find in any literature, whether ancient or modern, any adequate account of that Nature with which I am acquainted.

The bad are frequently good enough to let you see how bad they are, but the good as frequently endeavor to get between you and themselves.

Tradition is a more interrupted and feebler memory.