The divinity in man is the true vestal fire of the temple which is never permitted to go out, but burns as steadily and with as pure a flame on the obscure provincial altar as in Numa's temple at Rome.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

The sport of digging the bait is nearly equal to that of catching the fish, when one's appetite is not too keen.

All these sounds, the crowing of cocks, the baying of dogs, and the hum of insects at noon, are the evidence of nature's health orsound state.

Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a different season.

For things to change, we must change.

Nature is slow, but sure; she works no faster than need be; she is the tortoise that wins the race by her perseverance.