For in the wood these golden days Some leaf obeys its Maker's call. And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.

Go confidently ... Live the life that you imagined.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.

Surely the writer is to address a world of laborers, and such therefore must be his own discipline.

The life of a wise man is most of all extemporaneous, for he lives out of an eternity which includes all time.

All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

After all, the practical reason why, when the power is once in the hands of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period continue, to rule is not because they are most likely to be in the right, nor because this seems fairest to the minority, but because they are physically the strongest. But a government in which the majority rule in all cases cannot be based on justice, even as far as men understand it.