Lose the world, get lost in it, and find your soul.

The highest law gives a thing to him who can use it.

In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language.

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.

The schools begin with what they call the elements, and where do they end?

We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly.

Treat your friends for what you know them to be. Regard no surfaces. Consider not what they did, but what they intended.