The only way to tell the truth is to speak with kindness. Only the words of a loving man can be heard.

Whose are the truly labored sentences? From the weak and flimsy periods of the politician and literary man, we are glad to turn even to the description of work, the simple record of the month's labor in the farmer's almanac, to restore our tone and spirits.

I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.

I was not born to be forced.

But why should not the New Englander try new adventures - not lay so much stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop, and his orchards - and raise other crops than these? Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

Many an object is not seen, though it falls within the range of our visual ray, because it does not come within the range of our intellectual ray.