Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.

It is the stars as not yet known to science that I would know, the stars which the lonely traveler knows.

Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.

I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.

Oh, one world at a time!

In my cheapest moments I am apt to think that it is n't my business to be "seeking the spirit," but as much its business to be seeking me.

Sweep away the clutter of things that complicate our lives.