Some men are like nails, very easily drawn; others however are more like rivets never drawn at all.

The atmosphere of our time is fast being cleared of the fumes and deadly gases that arose during the carboniferous age of theology.

Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.

Love is the measure of life; only so far as we love do we really live.

Look up at the miracle of the falling snow,—the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall.

We have produced some good walkers and saunterers, and some noted climbers; but as a staple recreation, as a daily practice, the mass of the people dislike and despise walking.

To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.