God is a being who gives everything but punishment in over measure.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.

Caution and conservatism are expected of old age; but when the young men of a nation are possessed of such a spirit, when they are afraid of the noise and strife caused by the applications of the truth, heaven save the land! Its funeral bell has already rung.

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature.

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

A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.