It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.

Why should we be startled by death? Life is a constant putting off of the mortal coil - coat, cuticle, flesh and bones, all old clothes.

If we see nature as pausing, immediately all mortifies and decays; but seen as progressing, she is beautiful.

Love is no individual's experience; and though we are imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite and eternal.

We bless and curse ourselves.

Politics is the gizzard of society, full of gut and gravel.

Despair and postponement are cowardice and defeat. Men were born to succeed, not to fail.