If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the old theology must go.

Science sees the process of evolution from the outside, as one might a train of cars going by, and resolves it into the physical and mechanical elements, without getting any nearer the reason of its going by, or the point of its departure or destination.

When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast.

The poor old earth which has mothered us and nursed us we treat with scant respect. Our awe and veneration we reserve for the worlds we know not of. Our senses sell us out. The mud on our shoes disenchants us.

What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.

I think rain is as necessary to the mind as to vegetation. My very thoughts become thirsty, and crave the moisture.

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