In the mythus a superhuman intelligence uses the unconscious thoughts and dreams of men as its hieroglyphics to address men unborn.

Humor, however broad and genial, takes a narrower view than enthusiasm.

Some have asked if the stock of men could not be improved,--if they could not be bred as cattle. Let Love be purified, and all therest will follow. A pure love is thus, indeed, the panacea for all the ills of the world.

A minority is powerless while it conforms to the majority.

When a shadow flits across the landscape of the soul where is the substance?

Every tree sends its fibres forth in search of the Wild. The cities import it at any price. Men plow and sail for it. From the forest and wilderness come the tonics and barks which brace mankind.

The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.