I am still a learner, not a teacher, feeding somewhat omnivorously, browsing both stalk & leaves

We find it difficult to choose our direction because it does not yet exist distinctly in our idea.

Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.

Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.

If men were to be destroyed and the books they have written were to be transmitted to a new race of creatures, in a new world, what kind of record would be found in them of so remarkable a phenomenon as the rainbow?

Writing may be either the record of a deed or a deed. It is nobler when it is a deed.