Before the land rose out of the ocean, and became dry land, chaos reigned; and between high and low water mark, where she is partially disrobed and rising, a sort of chaos reigns still, which only anomalous creatures can inhabit.

What is called politics is comparatively something so superficial and inhuman, that practically I have never fairly recognized that it concerns me at all.

I am still a learner, not a teacher, feeding somewhat omnivorously, browsing both stalk & leaves

Knowledge does not come to us in details, but in flashes of light from heaven.

Events, circumstances, etc., have their origin in ourselves. They spring from seeds which we have sown.

Truth is always paradoxical.

We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor.