My profession is to always find God in nature.

The sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

Homer and Shakespeare and Milton and Marvell and Wordsworth are but the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs in the forest, and there is not yet the sound of any bird. The Muse has never lifted up her voice to sing.

Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.

I think that no experience which I have today comes up to, or is comparable with, the experiences of my boyhood.

It will always be found that one flourishing institution exists and battens on another mouldering one. The Present itself is parasitic to this extent.

When we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen.