Even Nature is observed to have her playful moods or aspects, of which man sometimes seems to be the sport.

To live a better life,--this surely can be done.

Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg, by the side of which more will be laid.

Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.

Our bread need not ever be sour or hard to digest. What Nature is to the mind she is also to the body. As she feeds my imagination, she will feed my body; for what she says she means, and is ready to do. She is not simply beautiful to the poet's eye. Not only the rainbow and sunset are beautiful, but to be fed and clothed, sheltered and warmed aright, are equally beautiful and inspiring. There is not necessarily any gross and ugly fact which may not be eradicated from the life of man.

How can he remember well his ignorance - which his growth requires - who has so often to use his knowledge?

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.