As I stand over the insect crawling amid the pine needles on the forest floor, and endeavoring to conceal itself from my sight, and ask myself why it will cherish those humble thoughts, and hide its head from me who might, perhaps, be its benefactor, and impart to its race some cheering information, I am reminded of the greater Benefactor and Intelligence that stands over me the human insect.

He who cannot exaggerate is not qualified to utter truth.

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

The most difficult thing to understand during conversation is silence.