The God of the Puritans...was a monster too horrible to contemplate.

The deeper our insight into the methods of nature . . . the more incredible the popular Christianity seems to us.

Man takes root at his feet, and at best he is no more than a potted plant in his house or carriage till he has established communication with the soil by the loving and magnetic touch of his soles to it.

The fuel in the earth will be exhausted in a thousand or more years, and its mineral wealth, but man will find substitutes for these in the winds, the waves, the sun's heat, and so forth.

How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.

In the order of nature we may behold the ways of the Eternal.

To the scientist Nature is a storehouse of facts, laws, processes; to the artist she is a storehouse of pictures; to the poet she is a storehouse of images, fancies, a source of inspiration; to the moralist she is a storehouse of precepts and parables; to all she may be a source of knowledge and joy.