To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are - in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky - we love them.

Men do not avail themselves of the riches of God's grace. They love to nurse their cares, and seem as uneasy without some fret as an old friar would be without his hair girdle. They are commanded to cast their cares upon the Lord, but even when they attempt it, they do not fail to catch them up again, and think it meritorious to walk burdened.

Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.

Love is ownership. We own whom we love. The universe is God's because He loves.

It is not in the nature of true greatness to be exclusive and arrogant.

The strong are God's natural protectors of the weak.

Suffering well borne is better than suffering removed.