Everything factual is, in a sense, theory. The blue of the sky exhibits the basic laws of chromatics. There is no sense in looking for something behind phenomena: they are theory.

Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.

For a man to achieve all that is demanded of him he must regard himself as greater than he is.

Thank God when He lays a burden on thee, and thank Him when He takes it off.

The few of understanding, vision rare, Who veiled not from the herd their hearts, but tried, Poor generous fools, to lay their feelings bare, Them have men always burnt and crucified.

What is the true test of character unless it be its progressive development in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life.

Wind is the loving Wooer of waters; Wind blends together Billows all-foaming. Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Fortune of man, Thou art like unto wind!