Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

To me it seems not unreasonable to find a re-enforcement of optimism, a renewal of courage and hope, in the modern theory that man has mounted to what he is from the lowest step of potentiality, through toilsome grades of ever-expanding existence, even thought it have been by a spiral stairway, mainly dark or dusty, with loop-holes at long intervals only, and these granting but a narrow and one-sided view.

God'll send the bill to you.

Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our age’s drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.