Men seem anxious to accomplish an orderly retreat through the centuries, earnestly rebuilding the works behind them, as they are battered down by the encroachments of time; but while they loiter, they and their works both fall prey to the arch enemy.

It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.

We have reason to be grateful for celestial phenomena, for they chiefly answer to the ideal in man.

Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection.

The very austerity of the Brahmans is tempting to the devotional soul, as a more refined and nobler luxury. Wants so easily and gracefully satisfied seem like a more refined pleasure. Their conception of creation is peaceful as a dream.

The first pleasant days of spring come out like a squirrel and go in again.

If Nature is our mother, then God is our father.